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Kain breathed in slowly, allowing the nice smell of the crisp grass enter his nose. He liked being here. It was like he was in a meadow somewhere, trying to lose himself in the peace. The only pain he could feel was in his hand, but he could not recall where he had been injured. He stared into the distance, seeing nothing but a blurred sky; his eyes weren't going to be opening for him anytime soon. He simply closed his eyes and thought. Where was he and where was Nowaki…? Ezekiel as well? Had something gone wrong while the portal was made? Perhaps this was just the feeling you get when you feel like you're dying.

That's what it was. He was dying, and he could see heaven…a place he didn't belong in.

Yet, for once in his life he didn't care about himself.

He wanted to know where Matt was…he could feel guilt, and that was eating him away. He went back to the fight that was not so long ago. He looked at the images of Matt before him, bleeding, dying from the silver poisoning, but had matt known that Kain did not mean any of this?

Would Matt even care anymore? Maybe he was done with Kain. Anyone would be done with Kain, growing tired of his endless complaints, his tendency to ruin everything, and more importantly, the fact that he was not necessary?

Surely Matt must've realized that Kain was worthless. Kain himself had realized it long ago, but he knew that Matt must've pitied Kain, since he lived alone, and was willing to do whatever Matt wanted so long as it meant that Matt would stay with him no matter what.

Perhaps he really should be rotting in hell.

What was he doing here?

Dying Slowly? Or was he hoping that something would happen?