[ Percival may be perceptive, but he can't read minds. And though he suspects that Cain might, just might hold valid reasons for acting the way that he does, for withholding so much, Percival's patience has grown too thin.
It still feels like a lack of trust, and if Cain wants to keep that sort of distance between them, perhaps he should honor it. ]
I grow tired of your excuses. [ He sighs, apparently worn down enough that he doesn't try to decipher that cryptic statement. ]
Rest. Or head back into the city allow them to finish what they started. It matters little to me.
[ A blatant lie, of course, and while he might have been stopped from heading out tonight, there's no guarantee he'll try to retrace Cain's steps some other day. They were both, apparently, much too accustomed to moving freely, with no one to answer to. ]
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It still feels like a lack of trust, and if Cain wants to keep that sort of distance between them, perhaps he should honor it. ]
I grow tired of your excuses. [ He sighs, apparently worn down enough that he doesn't try to decipher that cryptic statement. ]
Rest. Or head back into the city allow them to finish what they started. It matters little to me.
[ A blatant lie, of course, and while he might have been stopped from heading out tonight, there's no guarantee he'll try to retrace Cain's steps some other day. They were both, apparently, much too accustomed to moving freely, with no one to answer to. ]