There is some ache that remains from the way he say it now, that he'd said it, but didn't realize that it was true, but it soothes some of the rest of it down into something manageable.

Looking down at their hands, the way Cain's are covering his, holding them despite how he's sure this is difficult for him, he sighs with a nod. "I was in trouble then. Because I could see that, and I wanted more of it...and nothing anyone said to me made me think I couldn't have it." That it wasn't already his. He'd been incredibly stupid to think so, but...he'd never had a connection like that before, and he was desperate for something other than what he'd had, other than war, and the simply fact that he was sure he would die in space with no one to remember him.