Cain's eyes narrowed as he heard those words, and he did not try to correct the man because those words were correct. He was a Master of Order; the death of billions or even trillions meant nothing to him unless they were part of his Life Matrix.
Cain was not evil and had a sense of justice, loathing those who took advantage of the weak, but his empathy was not like that of normal people. If he had never met someone, no matter how cruel or horrific the past of this person was, he could not care. It was not that he did not want to, but as a Master of Order, he could not.
Angar saw how Cain's eyes remained focused on him, and he just sighed.
"It doesn't matter if her soul did not originate from mine. I saw her come into this world. I cared for her and taught her how to walk, fight, and protect herself. She was my daughter, no matter her origin."
