The sudden arrival of what appeared to be a throwing knife where his ethereal hand was startled Cain somewhat. Of course, the blade merely landed, hilt-first on the ground where his two-dimensional form rested, totally harmless--to his body, at least. He whirled around to find its source, and witnessed the little Skull Kid that had evaded his notice. How had he not seen this?! Huge hat, gaudy colors, and a flamboyant yellow mask. The feeling of being ambushed and losing control over the situation sparked a little rage within the Twili. He was better than this!

Now that the strange, knife-happy child had noticed him and attacked him, there was no point in subtlety. Cain rose into half-bodied form from the shadow of a nearby, unmarked gravestone, still mercifully unnoticed by Angus, and plucked the dagger from the ground with a hand made of hair. Once the tiny weapon was palmed, the hand reverted into standard shadow. With it went the dagger, becoming as intangible and ethereal as the rest of him. This was how he ate and collected rupees in the World of Light; small objects could be converted into shadow as long as he held them, but they turned back the instant they left his touch. Now able to properly handle the knife, Cain pocketed it. He chided the frightened child in a restrained tone. "Now, now. Is that any way to treat a friend?" Since he was floating only a few feet from Angus, Cain knew he would hear and discover him, and decided to put up with the consequences.