Keida should have known better. He knew for a fact that Haley was the safest person in this house. The punches he'd delivered to Cain so far had been benevolent. Keida would fight dirty if he needed to. He'd seen the dividers in hospital rooms too many times by himself to adhere to honor if a quick, hidden attack would get him out of trouble. Wasn't he the villain already? It would be out of character to stop now. Cain wasn't going to die from his injuries.<br/><br/>And still Keida turned his head to see what her hollering was about. He inclined his head to see if she had anything more to say. His yellow eyes were on her, with their light haze, and then they were listless for a moment, as Cain's fist impacted on Keida's jaw. It flung the lanky boy to the frame of the door where he his forehead bounced off the wood. He hissed when he hit the floor, wide awake and sober again, and gargling on his anger, but the punch had rattled his skull enough to render his limbs useless for a moment.<br/><br/>Cain cried out in frustration, getting up and turning the limp Keida around on his back. He was not vengeful often, but he was also not used to loosing anything. Today he'd lost Haley's innocence, that he'd held on to so tightly, and arguably his assumption of physical superiority over Keida. There were tears in his hateful blue eyes and he continued feeding punishment into Keida's head, trusting the same punch over and over, the one that had brought him this advantage to begin.<br/><br/>"I always hated you!" he called out. "You were always on the wrong track, and now you've tainted Haley, too!" he shouted, hammering down on his once friend. "Everything you touch turns to shit!"