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[CAIN]

”I’m sure that “girl” has a name,” Cain drawled slowly as he took a step forward out of nothing, mist swirling briefly at his feet in an indication that he was dream walking. Call him lazy if you want, but what was the point in walking all the way across the damn city to engage a stranger when he could take a little short cut through the dream world? That’s right, there wasn’t one. His sea-green stare slid over Amren briefly, vaguely amused — “down, girl” he might have said, if he got the impression she was being any more threatening than she currently was. She seemed welcoming enough, even if he got the vague sense that she would stick a knife in this newcomer’s ribs with very little prompting.

Turning his analytic stare on the girl, he studied her for a moment before offering a slow, easy grin. ”I’m Cain. We’d be happy to have you, if you’re looking for a new family.” That’s what the militia was, in his eyes — or at least, that’s how he liked to pose it.

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