[Fukuda just like "who the fuck is Owen" but that's a question for later. He supposes that's why Cain has two different colored eyes? Obviously one is usually covered by his hair, but Fukuda's caught a few spare glimpses. It's a strange thing to have happened, but then again. Wizards. Everything Cain has told him makes them seem a bit odd.
Anyway, given that, Fukuda isn't going to stop Cain's questing hands, but... Well, it's that instinct to stop Cain, but also, a small, more unpleasant part of him wants to test these words. After all, things are so easy to say. Actually following through on them is another. He doesn't trust human beings to be good at heart. He's seen too much of them not being so. And if there is real goodness, for it to be given to someone like him... No, no, it just doesn't make sense.
He breathes out heavily as Cain's fingers brush against skin unused to foreign hands, but;]
I killed people, Cain. I drilled a hole into their head like mine. [If this confession isn't jarring enough, how about how Fukuda's hand rises to cup the side of Cain's head, his thumb pressing against the younger man's temple, where a hole could be.]
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Anyway, given that, Fukuda isn't going to stop Cain's questing hands, but... Well, it's that instinct to stop Cain, but also, a small, more unpleasant part of him wants to test these words. After all, things are so easy to say. Actually following through on them is another. He doesn't trust human beings to be good at heart. He's seen too much of them not being so. And if there is real goodness, for it to be given to someone like him... No, no, it just doesn't make sense.
He breathes out heavily as Cain's fingers brush against skin unused to foreign hands, but;]
I killed people, Cain. I drilled a hole into their head like mine.
[If this confession isn't jarring enough, how about how Fukuda's hand rises to cup the side of Cain's head, his thumb pressing against the younger man's temple, where a hole could be.]