Kane's son. Kane had a son. Dimitri's back hit the wall and he slid down the floor. "Fate's a fucking cunt. Christ." No he wasn't doing well. But he refused to take from Kane in any regard. He laughed, and it was bitter. "Well, I came here to steal blood. Instead I find out he has a son." He snorted, then grabbed the wall and hauled himself upright. Well at least he wouldn't die from the lack of sustenance. Another thing he had Kane to thank for, aside from a broken heart. But he just kept trying to convince himself that there hadn't been anything to begin with. It made everything so much easier. He opened the door and made to leave, then paused in the doorway. His fingers drummed on the door, but then he looked back over his shoulder. "Siblings? Mother?" Right, like the other would tell him. Stepping out, he waved his arm over his head. "Don't tell your dad I was here and I'll go steal blood from another hospital."<br/><br/>It wasn't possible anyway, what he was thinking. Even though Ryan felt both. Like something between worlds. There was a flicker of hope, but it was fleeting, snuffed out by his curse. He didn't give his name or let Ryan know he really wasn't feeling well at all. Instead he moved to leave. Dimitri didn't think it would be a good idea to stay any longer. He knew Lucifer would make him face Kane again, but until that happened he wasn't even going to go back to hell. He knew Lucifer could and likely would make Enriel do the work. And hell he wasn't much good for anything else. Now that he was immortal Dimitreaus was finding rising in the houses lackluster. It was easier to just be numb and unfeeling. And eventually he would either end up in a coma from having starved himself or he would find a way to get off of Kane's blood. Though to appease Eden he needed to try to make something grow in Hell, other then unyielding and unattractive shrubbery.