Kane raised his hand, "Sir, there was a glint of concern in your eye for less than a second... what were you thinking?" he said calmly, rolling his shoulders with slight popping sounds. He didn't like that glint of concern one bit, and most of the time concerned looks were because of his personal records...

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Give me suffering, pain, anguish, sorrow, and death! For I shall make it my driving force, and from beyond the grave I shall paint the sky red...