[The feed clicks on to show Cain sat on the edge of his bed, he looks exhausted and pale but less harried than last time he had been out an about.
He makes a show of a smile to the camera.]
Does anyone know where to buy the best pastries around here?
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Mr. Aziraphale )
[Caterina was getting ready for the day ahead. She hadn't seen much of Cain since he returned but, the Duchess made peace with it. That didn't make it any less surprising when she opened the door to see him.]
Cain...what brings you here?
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May I speak with you?
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[She opens the door up enough for him to come in.]
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I wanted to... apologise.
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Excuse me?
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[He cuts himself off, still not too coherent.]
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[It's not an argument, just a statement of fact.]
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...It's not your fault, I know Abel would say the same.
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[But that didn't make it true. She took a gamble with his sanity and lost badly.]
I still can't help but, feel responsible for this.
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[He'd be more forthcoming and eloquent, but he was still piecing together this facade. It was hard, so hard to just keep breathing, this added effort was excrutiating - the only thing that made it possible, was that it was for Abel.]
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I knew this would happen to you.
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Then I forgive you.
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What is wrong with you?! I just confessed to purposely harming you for my own gain! Stand up for yourself!
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