[ Cain’s easygoing demeanor strikes a balance against his own dramatic seriousness. From his perspective, mutated from his long-lived position as ruler and the greatest pharaoh to have ever existed, to rely on others for basic sustenance stings. Having confessed it hasn’t alleviated any weight— in fact, vocalizing his reality out loud may have made it worse. ]
Not everyone is so generous. In most situations, making my weaknesses so blatant is simply asking for them to be exploited.
[ Though he figures that his companion isn’t going to do such a thing, there lingers some doubt. Cain’s presence here, as a guiding light through the marshes, plants a seed of trust that has yet to blossom fully. ]
Very well, Cain. I shall contact you when my need becomes nigh unavoidable. You may call me Ozymandias.
[ Cain's heard of it, he's pretty sure — a primal beast, written down in one of the dustiest tomes he'd ever come across, in an ancient library that he'd had to sneak into under the light of a new moon. But it's quite apparent that that Ozymandias and this one aren't the same, however many similarities spirit and primal beast may share. Still, Cain intends to treat Ozymandias quite like he does a primal beast. It seems to be working for the moment, and that prickly wariness, being so cognizant of his vulnerabilities, makes Cain think that he shouldn't change up anything. ]
Just send the word, and I'll be happy to. But will you be all right until we make it to the city, at least?
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Not everyone is so generous. In most situations, making my weaknesses so blatant is simply asking for them to be exploited.
[ Though he figures that his companion isn’t going to do such a thing, there lingers some doubt. Cain’s presence here, as a guiding light through the marshes, plants a seed of trust that has yet to blossom fully. ]
Very well, Cain. I shall contact you when my need becomes nigh unavoidable. You may call me Ozymandias.
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[ Cain's heard of it, he's pretty sure — a primal beast, written down in one of the dustiest tomes he'd ever come across, in an ancient library that he'd had to sneak into under the light of a new moon. But it's quite apparent that that Ozymandias and this one aren't the same, however many similarities spirit and primal beast may share. Still, Cain intends to treat Ozymandias quite like he does a primal beast. It seems to be working for the moment, and that prickly wariness, being so cognizant of his vulnerabilities, makes Cain think that he shouldn't change up anything. ]
Just send the word, and I'll be happy to. But will you be all right until we make it to the city, at least?