"Who says I didn't try?" asked Cain, an obvious tint of incredulity to his tone. Just because something had happened didn't mean there were any answers to be found, especially not when Cain's case was one of a kind. Despite all of that, did Solomon really expect him to be completely straightforward about everything he knew in relation to this form of undyingness? Maybe he was one of those closeted optimists. "This isn't a common affliction where I come from."

That said, the offer was certainly tempting. It would give him more ground to cover and a semi-safe place to lay low in case of any aggressive natives later on. Of course, he didn't intend to burn a bridge so quickly. Just the offer of a snack was pretty alluring. "Lead the way," he said, arm outstretched for Solomon to begin their walk.

If nothing else, it would give him the opportunity to take Solomon down if he started thinking about open experimentation on Cain. Research, he could deal with, but he'd had enough of being cut up and dissected for the century, thank you very much.