The fact that the angel knew so much about him should have tipped Kane off about something, the knowledge of him being a chef as well as his past had his gears turning back that was dwarfed by the pain that he felt ripping through him at the mention of Diana. It felt like his soul twisted up a dry sob was torn from his throat and the first signs of tears glazed over his eyes. “Fault... So few people get it. So few people KNOW. I had to kill her with my own hands! I ate her fucking soul! Why should I feel guilt when I’m just a void that devours others?” He gasped out at the temperature in the room started to climb. “And whatever sick bastard that came up with this idea can’t help but twist the knife in. Having my marry an angel all over again! How long? How long before all of you fuckers change your minds and rip me apart all over again?!” Kane was quickly losing grip of the situation because the flames that were once harmless were kicking up around the room and now lighting up parts of it.<br/><br/>Some of the fire even wrapped around his skin and it was clear it was burning even its host but Kane didn’t seemed to notice or care as he curled onto himself gripping his hair. The paranoia with the depression was not a good combo and prodding at the wound escalated it. “You are all out to twist me aren’t you? Just to ‘fix’ me for good? Well I won’t let you... I should have died! I should have died instead of her that day but I won’t let you!” His thinking felt erratic as the fear filled him with all sorts of thoughts and emotions. He wasn’t making much sense. When Kane looked up to the angel his orange eyes almost seemed to glow as there were tracks of tears on his face but they didn’t appear to be falling now. “You want to pick me apart so bad, than have it! Whatever is left.” The heat and fire started to spread at an alarming rate like an outpouring of the rage that Kane felt just as raw as if it happened yesterday. Iris felt the sharp spike and grew alert looking in the direction of the space where he came from.