07-27-2016, 04:32 PM
Cain had to give Dane a point, Nox didn't seem like the kind to commit suicide for the sake of his organization's principles. However, Cain was playing a game for which he didn't know the rules. It was hard enough having to figure out his magic and surviving on the streets. He didn't also want to have to try and decide if Nox was telling the truth or whether he had to watch for a metaphorical dagger in the darkness.
Cain also didn't like that Nox had identified his weakness so easily. He could already guess that it wasn't the same for the other two men. They didn't seem to need an emotion to access their abilities. But then again, maybe he just wasn't as clever as Nox and hadn't figured theirs out yet. Of course he knew that Nox could've killed him if he wanted to, and that he didn't stand a chance against one of them, let alone both of them. Cain didn't know exactly how, but for some reason he could just tell that the man's magic was stronger than his.
The redhead's temper spiked when Nox implied he was acting childishly. "You're asking me to trust that you're telling the truth, to trust that you're not going to kill me just because you haven't killed me yet. But I've seen how fast your morals change from never killing a human to only killing them when it's convenient," Cain spat. Shite. He knew better than this; even if Nox didn't have good intentions, provoking him would hardly make things better. He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing the anger away. Cain'd had it beaten into him that there were some fights you couldn't win, and that sometimes retreat was the best option.
Taking a deep breath, Cain let go of his grip on his magic. It felt almost physically painful to do so, but it was what was necessary. There was no way he was going to win that fight. And he still didn't completely trust that Nox wouldn't turn against him at some point, but it didn't make a difference. He still needed someone to teach him about his abilities, and for right now at least he didn't have any evidence that Nox was being anything other than truthful. Christ but he hated feeling so powerless.
"Sorry," he muttered eventually. "Yeah I could use that drink, mate." Finally he turned to Dane. If someone had told him half an hour ago that he'd be turning to Dane for reassurance, he'd have called them crazy, but... "You said Nox is one of 'them'. Does that mean you're not Atharim?" He'd assumed that the two were comrades, but if not it added credence to Nox's claims that he didn't kill reborn gods.
Cain also didn't like that Nox had identified his weakness so easily. He could already guess that it wasn't the same for the other two men. They didn't seem to need an emotion to access their abilities. But then again, maybe he just wasn't as clever as Nox and hadn't figured theirs out yet. Of course he knew that Nox could've killed him if he wanted to, and that he didn't stand a chance against one of them, let alone both of them. Cain didn't know exactly how, but for some reason he could just tell that the man's magic was stronger than his.
The redhead's temper spiked when Nox implied he was acting childishly. "You're asking me to trust that you're telling the truth, to trust that you're not going to kill me just because you haven't killed me yet. But I've seen how fast your morals change from never killing a human to only killing them when it's convenient," Cain spat. Shite. He knew better than this; even if Nox didn't have good intentions, provoking him would hardly make things better. He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing the anger away. Cain'd had it beaten into him that there were some fights you couldn't win, and that sometimes retreat was the best option.
Taking a deep breath, Cain let go of his grip on his magic. It felt almost physically painful to do so, but it was what was necessary. There was no way he was going to win that fight. And he still didn't completely trust that Nox wouldn't turn against him at some point, but it didn't make a difference. He still needed someone to teach him about his abilities, and for right now at least he didn't have any evidence that Nox was being anything other than truthful. Christ but he hated feeling so powerless.
"Sorry," he muttered eventually. "Yeah I could use that drink, mate." Finally he turned to Dane. If someone had told him half an hour ago that he'd be turning to Dane for reassurance, he'd have called them crazy, but... "You said Nox is one of 'them'. Does that mean you're not Atharim?" He'd assumed that the two were comrades, but if not it added credence to Nox's claims that he didn't kill reborn gods.