As Anton thought. "Would it be worth pointing out to you," he said, "that knowing when he would die is different to knowing how, and that deliberately leading him to a place with the intention that he would be killed is entirely different to knowing he would, in some manner, be so?"

Probably not. Cain was very old; so old that there was an element of indulgence in the way he interacted with most people. Too set in his ways to be simply accept changing, despite the changing nature of eras. He'd taken the name Cain, after all; the entirely of his identity was based around his brother's death.

It wasn't precisely healthy.

Then again, Anton hadn't done much differently, save that he had more than one brother. It still struck him as more like Skulduggery than not--clinging uselessly to guilt instead of growing through it.