While Magus answered Cain, the latter met his eyes steadily. Inferences, observations, and conclusions flashed through his mind like tiny silver fish shooting through a stream. [i]Clerk useless proper know-it-all unhelpful furtive weak broken. [/i] When the other Twili lifted his gloves, Cain took in the sight of wood, bone, and trace of shadow in silence. If the side-effects of existing in full form in the World of Light included having to take on a false body, then Cain could see why this one was reluctant to share his methods. He briefly wondered if it was permanent. As Magus stepped around him to chatter to Lethe, Cain didn't move, simply staring ahead, lost in thought. Magus represented what he had been searching for: a shred of hope, a hint that he was, at last, looking in the right direction. Only now it seemed that this Twili wasn't the savior that he had so desperately wanted. Very disappointing, in truth--still, something of use might be derived from this Twili yet. There was no alternative but to stick with Lethe, the owner of the voice in his dreams.

Finally, after Lethe had responded, Cain stirred himself from his reverie and returned to Frore's shadow. "At ease, comrade," he intoned to the Chilfos from his favorite hiding-place, "This one is on our side. We seem to be gathering more 'Ones' by the minute; maybe if we stay here for an hour longer the rest will come to us." From his two-dimensional position on the ground, Cain took a second look at Lethe's ring, now lightly frosted and jammed onto one of Frore's long, spindly fingers. "Let's see. Frore, in a few moments I believe you are to become a Hylian. When that happens, you must swap out your cloak for the clothes the girl will provide." He shifted his voice to address the whole group. Only a few moments had passed, but in that space of time he guessed that Lethe and Magus must have had enough time for a brief introduction and exchange. "If your questions are answered, historian, I suggest we all get down to business. The fate of the world, after all, apparently rests in our hands."