Yorda couldn't imagine a place full of people and knowledge. The Castle had a library, but even after her creation it had mostly given way to generations of mold and rot. When her mother found her trying to salvage the musty books, what little had survived was destroyed.

To Yorda, who grew up alone and starved of information, Cain's world sounded like a utopia.

"You said before, your brother's grave." There was worry in her tone as she fidgeted. "Do you miss him?"