Working Man

"I am going to my room, have work to finish." She walks out, Ian turning to Avalyn.

"I know Avalyn. I know part of you hates me because somewhere inside parts of me are like Cain. Not in the same sense, but in the sense that I didn't even consider what I promised when I picked up that gun to come to save you. It's strange though. I hated that I missed you Avalyn, in those moments I had no idea if I would see you again. I hated that it was somehow all my fault. I said I loved you, which made you decide to go, which put you in danger. I didn't come chasing after you when I should." Avalyn smiles at him.

"I don't hate you. I don't hate parts of you, because while parts of you are like Cain, they are so different in the same aspects. You and he were two totally different men. You know one thing that screams that Ian?"

"Because I am not as much of an arsehole?" Avalyn laughs slightly.