That was something Cain noticed, didn't process, set away for later when he could go over what was happening now with a clear head. He just had to follow the flow now and fight the undercurrent trying to drag him underneath. At least he wasn't getting sick. At least he wasn't saying things without realizing. At least Abel wasn't here to see him falling to pieces in ways his immortality couldn't fix.

"Didn't know him," Cain said. He was going to fix that this time around. Meet as many foreigners as he could, figure out where he could place himself to be useful. It was the closest thing he had to friends, family, anyone related to him that he could hold on to. People displaced just like him. Without other people, there wasn't really a point to Cain's existence, was there?