Cain responded to the sentries appropriately, showing papers and such. He understood that he was a daunting figure, so he made no sudden movements, although the ornately disguised hidden blade upon his right forearm was always at the ready to kill if necessary. As he was inspected, he took note of the details of the operation, in case it held pertinent data do later. 

Tempering his speed he gained passage to the campus to find a winded Amuné. She was not keen on seeing the woman, but as his mission stated, Cain was to 'observe operations from a student's standpoint'. The guise was for him to choose a student at random, but he was to choose Amuné. "Very well. Complete your objective, while I complete mine. We will rendezvous at your dinner time." He said, as if she were another of his ranks. In a way, he considered her position to be his underling of sorts. "Remember to use your mask if you need me. If anyone asks, you were selected at random whilst in town as a preliminary screening to precede this meeting. Do you understand?" He asked, again locking in on her eyes. 

Cain had trained another once before. Another female around Amune's age upon indoctrination. She had been weak and died while in pursuit of a target. Cain had completed the charge for her and burned the body. He had felt nothing then, so why now did he have a small, barely noticeable warmth in his chest when interacting with Amuné. The fact that he recognized she had a name was uncharacteristic of him in the first place. He wondered what emotion he was experiencing. This was a chemical combination and sensation he had not experienced before. Ever since he realized the false nature of his previous employment his body's physiological activity had been increasingly sparatic. He recognized these changes as the chemical processes of emotion, but still had not grasped their meaning, nor how to understand and emulate them. 

He wasn't even sure that getting in touch with these reactions was conducive to optimal performance of his expertise.  
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