Had Cain's face not been hidden beneath a bandanna and a cowl, his irate glare would have been easy to see. As a peace offering, he held out the shadowy dagger and released it from his grasp. Once out of contact with his body, the little weapon became whole again, and slapped harmlessly into Angus's outstretched palm. After that, Cain moved about two feet backward. He was not obliging when it came to being ordered around, but it seemed that dealing with the self-esteem of folks in the World of Light was something he'd just have to get used to.

"I'd dismiss your little friend's wantonly aggressive gesture as the natural response of a being who doesn't trust strangers. Perfectly reasonable, really." If there was one thing that made Cain happy, it was that Angus did indeed seem to be visited by the voice. That was the basis that was the foundation of his whole agenda at the moment. "I know about the voice because I heard it too, as my friend did. In fact, everyone standing near the graveyard's center heard it. We've been summoned here for a special purpose by a fairy called Lethe." He didn't devote any more time to picking out details about the man or the child. Cain had grown tired of analysis for the time being, however satisfying it was deducing the secrets of others. "I've only come to request that you join us for a while and hear her out."