At the mention of a smoke Kane found himself itching for one again but he didn't make a move to get it out. "I have committed crimes. Like I said, you don't KNOW me." He hissed back but the fight in his was weak because he felt so tired and worn down. He placed a hand over his face as he tried to collect what was left of himself together. "I'm not worried the conversation will destroy them. We will destroy each other. On a long enough timeline, and I have all the time in the universe, they will come to resent me. All good things come to an end, happiness isn't meant to last. Your kind always seems to have assigned roles for who you are and what you do, and my role, my lot in this world isn't to be happy."<br/><br/>There was a fear about what he would unearth inside him if he started to dig because Kane knew there was a lot of there. He was feeling backed into a corner and the need to self destruct was high right now. Maybe he could call Eden? The other would certainly take his invitation and he could drop the bomb on this relationship before it was even fully formed. "And tell me how you intend to fix all that." He whispered finally lifting his hand away from his features.