Cain was beginning to slip, but he caught the girl's questions. He struggled for breath to answer. Such a small thing could finally be the death of him. "Yes. The pain is immense, and my breathing is increasing in difficulty." He looked at his makeshift chest tube, "I have never been so close to death." He added. Even with a wound that made it difficult to speak, and even though he could potentially die, Cain was still like stone. He was cold, logical and without emotion. He had no fear. He was ready to accept death. The only thing that stopped him was the look on Amune's face. That look was causing him discomfort that trumped even the hole in his side. He reached out and cupped her face with one hand before slipping into hypovolemic shock and passing out. 

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He awoke with a jolt. This was no longer the medical wing. This was a makeshift living quarters made from an oversized broom closet. He could tell by the lingering cleaning supplies and shelves. His wound was bandaged, and sore. He was stiff from lack of movement. Time had clearly passed him by. He rubbed his usually shaven head to find the stubble of white hair. Three days. That was how long it took for his hair to get so long. He remembered his time in the glaciers of the north. He had grown hair to increase trapped warmth to his head for that charge. 

His clothes were gone, probably being washed, and had been replaced by worker's clothes. It was probably all that they were willing to waste on some one with no status to speak of. His armor was in a pile under the shelf he had been sleeping in, so at least they still trusted him. Clearly, by demonstrating restraint against a gaurdsman had earned him a certain level of privilege. He was surprised they had allowed his to keep it, seeing as how it was clear that he could change its shape into potentially a blade. 

He actually did, making a shaving tool to clear his face of stubble. Something made him leave his head of hair. Perhaps it was a release of another badge from his past. Perhaps it was the urgency of getting his bearings. Either way, he shot up and out of the room. He stepped cautiously into the space outside his room, scanning his own environment. 
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