Abbaddon didn't exactly know what to make of the bedraggled being that came out of the phone booth. A vampire, though there was something entirely familiar about him. Not something Abbaddon could put a finger on precisely. He waiting as Kane asked of him, getting soaked in the rain but he didn't really mind. He and Kane could dry off and get warm together later.<br/><br/>Abbaddon felt deeply saddened as he heard what the man was asking of Kane. To be brought to such a low you didn't want to exist anymore. It was terrible. As it went on the conversation got more and more strange but he trusted his husband. He jumped when Kane slapped the man but it actually seemed to help. When Kane summoned him he hurried over.<br/><br/>Getting closer he very swiftly realised the problem. "Kane you can't help him he has soul sickness." He says in a low voice to his husband. "Can you feel it? The hole in him? He needs his soulmate." He had no idea who that might be but he was hoping Kane did since he seemed to know this person so well. This close the familiarity was practically slapping Abbaddon in the face but he still couldn't put a finger on it.