Dimitreaus curled his lip when Ryan touched his arm, but he didn't attack. Even if they weren't close he really didn't want Kane's wrath. Well, really he didn't want to see Kane period. So he let Ryan bring him back into the room and sat down. He absorbed the information, scowling hard enough to practically mirror Kane. He took what Ryan gave but didn't drink anything. Instead he grabbed his arm again and gripped his chin. The touch wasn't violent, but firm. "Iris looks like her," he said in disbelief. "And you...You have your mother's eyes and kindness." He let him go, utterly baffled by this whole situation. His gaze went distant and he swallowed. Dimitreaus didn't know how this was even possible. Kane couldn't possibly have known. His head started to throb and he shook his head. "Look. Your efforts are...kind, but it's not that simple. Your father did something to me and I'm trying to undo it. If he shows up, just tell him you saw me raiding the supplies." He moved to stand again, though he was dizzy. Was it shock, hunger, both? "I... Do you know her name?"<br/><br/>But that was the biggest question of all, wasn't it?" Dimitreaus really didn't want to know. At the same time he did. He shook his head then and was gone before Ryan could say anything further. What a clusterfuck. At his house, Dimitreaus grabbed his drawing supplies. It came to him like a dream. He started to sketch a perfect rendition of his sister Diana. Perfection. Beauty. Kindness and grace. All things he had lacked as an angel, and now a demon. It explained so much. Why Kane had freaked out so badly. It was poetic. Once the piece was done, he dumped the blood into the fridge and went back underground. He went into Kane's room, shaking with exhaustion. It took more resources than he had right now, but it wasn't like he was going to die. The drawing was left on Kane's bed, but when he tried to pop back up top, it failed until he collapsed on a chair. Well..."Fuck."