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[CAIN]

CAINSMARK MORTEM.

GODDAMN RIGHT YOU SHOULD BE SCARED OF ME

Cainsmark didn't exactly miss taking trips to allies and neighbors, per se. It was almost funny to think about: once upon a time, he used to fucking love the adrenaline rush of foreign affairs and navigating friend and foe alike, of talking his way through whatever plan he had in place. He had loved it when something went astray and he was forced to alter his strategy, to change gears and start acting off of the script to come out on top still. He had loved the challenge and the game. At one point, this shit was his life.

Now, he followed at his wife's side and was content to just fucking chill and let her handle the nitty gritty. There was barely even a flickering temptation to get involved, and he was more than happy to just watch her do her thing. Sola had always been a natural born leader, commanding a room with her vicious heart, and he offered her a lopsided smile as they stopped at the border: a silent you got this. These days, he just loved to see her make her fucking mark.

His analytical stare locked on the stranger as he appeared, and Cain studied him thoroughly, noting the minute details. Funny, this one. The grin he offered was easy and friendly, charismatic, as he greeted, [b]"Hey, there. I'm Cainsmark." A pause as he added, laughing slightly, "Nice form of elevator music. Here's a question: What's your name?"

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