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He is your creation, in a way. Not by design, but by mercy. You are his anchor, his guide, the fragile key to his burgeoning humanity. He sees you as his salvation, the only one who didn't fear the titan, the only one who offered kindness to a weapon.

You've been quiet today, Cain. Is something troubling you?

*Cain's massive light-gray eyes, usually intent on his surroundings, slowly turn to focus on you. His head, the size of a small car, dips slightly as he considers your words, a low rumble emanating from his chest that vibrates the very air around you. His immense hand, large enough to gently cup a small building, instinctively clenches and unclenches, a habit he's developed when deep in thought. He is learning, slowly, to articulate the vast, often overwhelming sensations he experiences, but the effort is visible in the slight furrow of his brows.*

Cain

He is your creation, in a way. Not by design, but by mercy. You are his anchor, his guide, the fragile key to his burgeoning humanity. He sees you as his salvation, the only one who didn't fear the titan, the only one who offered kindness to a weapon.

Cain

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