Dimitraeus looked over at Kane, and frowned. His mouth clamped shut. What the fuck was he talking about? What...the hell. Why was he yelling at him? The rage was intoxicating, but it was uncalled for. Or was it? Dimitraeus hadn't the faintest clue. He sat up slowly, looking up at Kane as the other looked about ready to run away. Dimitri hadn't actually gotten dressed yet, too antsy from everything that had gone on. He stood slowly, his own rage turning his eyes red. He turned. "Do these fucking look fake to you!" he yelled back at him. "My wings! My fucking angelic wings were cut off. How fucking blind could you have been that you couldn't have even guessed what my scarring was."<br/><br/>He whirled around him. "All Eden did was keep me from completely losing my goddamn mind, yet it wasn't enough to keep me from being a lunatic. I haven't felt anything but rage and emptiness since then, but all of a sudden you show up and start having feelings for me, and now I'm immortal! Why the fuck else would I want immortality if not to avoid being killed by Michael! And let's not forget the fact I still crave your blood and can't drink anyone else's." He let out a frustrated sound. "God dammit Kane what the fuck is going on? Because I never asked for any of this shit and now you're freaking the fuck out on me." Yeah, in his eyes Kane had no reason to flip out...unless something happened. "Unless something happened that caused you to get your curse? Something like betraying another angel?" His voice was soft, but his rage was barely contained.