[The eye beneath his fringe was an unsettling red, as Fukuda has probably seen when the knight's been moving around. It's a symbol of 'source of all his problems' as Owen had put it, and an unwanted reminder.

But Cain's been on the recieving end of human cruelty, and somehow the confession didn't even make him pause at first. The finger on his temple did make him stop though, the small pressure cluing Cain in on the meaning of the words.]

Is that why you're so afraid? That I'll figure out you're a murderer? Ah, that does make sense...

[This really wasn't the time for him to have any sort of complex thoughts on the matter. The stardust is filling him with giddiness and an urge to celebrate, and he didn't want to focus on that. Was Fukuda trying to make Cain hate him.

It was rather sudden, but he let out a laugh.]

I bore witness to an entire city my teacher annihilated in the space of a single day. I can't fathom it...I can't think about how you could possibly be a terrible person either. You wouldn't hurt someone for no reason, right?

[His hands keep burying themselves inside Fukuda's shirt, the thing gradually becoming unbuttoned as he leaned in.]

I can't hate people. I don't have it in me. I want to believe in everyone, so please stay here with me.