Dimitreaus whirled around, staring at the other. He was about to use the ability to wipe the other's mind, but was thrown off guard. "Kane?" He asked, because everything was off about the other. His face twisted in confusion, then rage. He grabbed the other by the throat, dragging him into the nearest room. Dimitri shut and locked it, then spun around. Though he could see perfectly, it was still baffling to him. Reaching out, he flipped on the lights. "You aren't Kane." He grabbed the other and hauled him upright. But he didn't hurt him more. He was too confused. He hadn't seen those eyes in centuries. Not since...Carding a hand through his hair, he started to pace. "That's not possible. It was forbidden. It is forbidden." Maybe he was wrong. Dimitri stared over at him once more. "Who are you?" Though he had a feeling he already knew the answer.<br/><br/>His skin itched like a million ants. He stepped back, blocking the door but putting distance between them. "I won't hurt you," he said, though he knew this one wouldn't trust him. Because Dimitreaus dropped some of his glamour in his frustration. He would look and feel more demonic, and there was something bittersweet about the other. His chest hurt again, because the other looked so much like Kane. But there was something more. Something he couldn't place, and by all rights was impossible. Yet he knew better than to make assumptions. He had to know. Dimitreaus was just obsessed with knowledge, but it was more than that. He just didn't know for sure. He didn't take his eyes off the other. But he didn't move either.