A profane god....Cain filed that away for later, at least. Right now he had a few other things to worry about. He knew he had a death wish sometimes, and he especially knew that Arthur hated it. Cain did not particularly want to die, but there was a time when his own powers drew their limits and he had nothing else to give.

He'd not even drawn his sword as a threat, just to hold it in his hands, as living proof of his convictions. But he really was also just tired of this song and dance. "Are you talking about whatever it was that attacked us, or yourself?"

He knew that passively almost challenging the Enma to a fight was probably the dumbest thing he's done yet, but might as well go for broke at this point. "And you speak like someone who already has the power. I don't have a death wish. But when the time comes and I have nothing left to give, it's the only thing I can do."

He stares back up, meeting the Enma's gaze with his own steely one, though he knew it probably paled in comparison to anyone elses.