Abbaddon grabs at Kane's shoulders almost desperately. Tears brimming in his eyes. "Nonononono!" He insists. He just knew this would happen. He knew Kane would blame himself when it wasn't his fault. This was the last thing he had wanted and he screwed it all up. He tries to choke back his tears but it isn't working very well and one or two slide down his cheeks. "It isn't your fault Kane! Please don't blame yourself! I didn't want that! Watching you blame yourself is way worse than the mortification." He says.<br/><br/>It may sound weird to anyone else but it was the truth. Abbaddon usually had wounds of one kind or another for as long as he could remember. Physical pain, injuries, and occasional lack of food was just part of his job, be it an unpleasant part. The sort of sadness and self hate he saw in Kane's eyes was something he had never experienced on such a level as his husband and he never wanted to. He just wanted to relieve the demon's burden a little, in whatever way he could. He'd messed up though, and now Kane was more upset.