He wouldn't imagine any world in which he would anyways, but he supposes he just wanted to clarify he wouldn't try. "I think some other people might, but...I understand." The hand at Cain's knee squeezes gently when he looks away, not to encourage eye contact but to just try and give him some support, remind him he's there and he's not going anywhere.

"It feels strange, doesn't it? Not being there any more. Sometimes I feel guilty, but the other part of me just feels relief. And I'm sure, even if this isn't where you ever wanted to be, it's nice that at the very least Bering and Cook are whole other dimensions away." Abel still wants to hold onto his code name, because it feels nice when he can feel safe enough to tell someone, to share the only thing he's managed to keep hold of, and know that who he gives it to won't hurt him with it.