"You might be a part of me, but you are not me. Not in the literal sense, anyway..."
Cain's mind was in shambles,
'What did he mean by that?' He thought to himself as he floated on the calm black waves.
The Golden Dragon was gone, and the golden sun above the sky dimmed all of a sudden. Cain had noticed this change but paid little mind to it.
'A Remnant? A God remnant? What does he mean by that? Am I an object?!'
Remembering the strange-looking coral Stan had given to him, or the shell he had found that contained the legacies of different Celestials, he couldn't help but scrunch his face up a bit.
Eventually, he let out a sigh. The world around him was not real. He could feel it unraveling at the seams already. This world of solitude and solace was just a part of his mind that longed for some rest.
'No rest for the wicked, huh...'
