He thinks about doing it for a while, staring at that blank space where text should go underneath Noctis's own words, left hanging alone — he thinks of telling him what he said exactly. We're not anything. And how cruel it would feel, just like it did when he overheard Praxis and Abel that time, when he realized how much of a scumbag he was being to someone gentle, and nice, and kind. He was hiding himself where he coudn't be seen, because it was the only way to get what he wanted. Even if that want was freedom, did it matter? It was just... selfish.
He's lying again. Maybe he can convince himself he's not, but it's too hard to forget when Noctis keeps bringing him back to it. Over and over again, Noctis keeps making him face it. His questions, his curiosity, stubbornness, dazzling strength — he doesn't know why anyone as incredible as Noctis would be interested in him as anything more than an inconvenience. He assumed from the start that it just wasn't going to happen, so he never thought about it again.
He never gave him a chance.
After a while, Cain runs out of cigarettes, so he picks himself up and goes to find more. And a bottle of that spiced wine from the convoy. And a second one, for later. And maybe a third, since it seems like they're making more for some reason. Whatever he can do to stop thinking about the two of them — where they are, what they're doing, how they're feeling. And how sorry he is.]
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He thinks about doing it for a while, staring at that blank space where text should go underneath Noctis's own words, left hanging alone — he thinks of telling him what he said exactly. We're not anything. And how cruel it would feel, just like it did when he overheard Praxis and Abel that time, when he realized how much of a scumbag he was being to someone gentle, and nice, and kind. He was hiding himself where he coudn't be seen, because it was the only way to get what he wanted. Even if that want was freedom, did it matter? It was just... selfish.
He's lying again. Maybe he can convince himself he's not, but it's too hard to forget when Noctis keeps bringing him back to it. Over and over again, Noctis keeps making him face it. His questions, his curiosity, stubbornness, dazzling strength — he doesn't know why anyone as incredible as Noctis would be interested in him as anything more than an inconvenience. He assumed from the start that it just wasn't going to happen, so he never thought about it again.
He never gave him a chance.
After a while, Cain runs out of cigarettes, so he picks himself up and goes to find more. And a bottle of that spiced wine from the convoy. And a second one, for later. And maybe a third, since it seems like they're making more for some reason. Whatever he can do to stop thinking about the two of them — where they are, what they're doing, how they're feeling. And how sorry he is.]