[Abel leans back on the sofa and stares at the ceiling. He's not in a good place right now, all he can think about is the feeling of how broken he'd felt in that moment when Phobos and Deimos had left him to pick up the pieces of his life. They did that to hurt him, no other reason, and it worked. It destroyed him.]
[But clearly Cain wants to be friends with Deimos for some godforsaken reason, so Abel has to take that into account too. There's a direction that Cain probably wants this to go in, and Abel has to be open to that, somehow.]
Well the last time I saw him, he led me at knifepoint to the worst conversation I've had in my entire life. So it's not very positive if you want me to be honest.
Do we have to have this conversation over text?
[He's curling up on the couch as he relives that moment. He'll never forget Phobos' words, the tone, how even after he'd delivered what was ostensibly the killing blow he still had to keep kicking.]
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[But clearly Cain wants to be friends with Deimos for some godforsaken reason, so Abel has to take that into account too. There's a direction that Cain probably wants this to go in, and Abel has to be open to that, somehow.]
Well the last time I saw him, he led me at knifepoint to the worst conversation I've had in my entire life. So it's not very positive if you want me to be honest.
Do we have to have this conversation over text?
[He's curling up on the couch as he relives that moment. He'll never forget Phobos' words, the tone, how even after he'd delivered what was ostensibly the killing blow he still had to keep kicking.]