Dimitri curled his lip up and sighed, glaring over at him, which was almost second nature. Kane had gotten used to it. He knew that. They'd been around each other for several weeks before whatever the fuck happened with his soul fragments. "Not so much pain as it was dying in rapid succession. It was a shock to my system, much like what happened when you shot me after Enriel stabbed me a bunch of times." He repositioned the diary and then approached Kane. If he could, he'd shoved him in the chest to try to get him into the chair before he climbed up into his lap. There was that weird flutter again. Dimitraeus had never had someone love him before, and it was causing strange reactions.<br/><br/>He laughed. "Tragic. That's one word for it. In short I fucked up and was cast out." He shook his head. "But that's neither here nor there. No, I don't think you would look at me the same if you really knew about my past." Dimitri put his hands on Kane's chest and leaned close, until their faces were inches apart. "Or do you? I mean, you've read my diary. You know what I am, what I've done. Just not my origin story. Though I don't know much about you still. This whole one sided thing is a bit fucked up, don't you think?" He shoved off of him then and turned around to go back to his work. "Thanks to you I'll need to find new ways of splitting up my soul." Of course he didn't know that he was immortal, that no longer would he suffer if he died, not as long at least.<br/><br/>"And as much as I appreciate this whole saving my life repeatedly, which I don't by the way, stop doing it. I'm going to be killed sooner or later and it's none of your damned concern what happens to me." He grabbed his grimoire and opened it to the soul-splitting section. He hadn't taught Kane enough to understand the process. Painful was putting it mildly, but he'd done it once. He could do it again. But he couldn't focus. Goddammit what the fuck was going on? He rubbed his chest in annoyance and grabbed his notes as well, finding where he left off. Longing? Relief? Positive emotions? He looked at the questions he wrote down, then clenched his jaw.<br/><br/>"What the fuck did you do to me?" he finally hissed out. "You...did something. Ever since you bit me I've been feeling shit. It started out as nothing, so minuscule that I didn't even care about it. No matter how much I've analyzed it, whatever the fuck I'm feeling is nothing like my curse." He slammed a fist down and pushed up again, restless, hungry, trying to understand whatever the hell was going on.