[ Frederick almost regrets asking as soon as Cain answers. All the memories he'd encountered so far have been years and years old, distant imprints on the mind. To encounter something recent, and something sorrowful no less, leaves him feeling uncomfortable in his skin. ]
I'm sorry. [ For intruding, for Cain's loss. For a whole host of things he isn't sure how to vocalize yet. ] How did he pass?
[ Perhaps that question, too, is too personal, too much to ask straightaway from Cain, whom he only knows so well. But that's the drive that pushes him to ask, to speak instead of hold back. He'll never truly understand Cain if he doesn't ask. ]
same tbh
I'm sorry. [ For intruding, for Cain's loss. For a whole host of things he isn't sure how to vocalize yet. ] How did he pass?
[ Perhaps that question, too, is too personal, too much to ask straightaway from Cain, whom he only knows so well. But that's the drive that pushes him to ask, to speak instead of hold back. He'll never truly understand Cain if he doesn't ask. ]