Caine had expected to wait a long time before he was called to service, and he was left to sit with nothing but his consciousness and relentless voice in his head. Caine hated to be in this place, as dwelling on his memories was as great a torture as what he suffered at the hands of Primordial Chaos.
Sitting on a grain of sand inside the Great Desert, he had nothing but time to contemplate his life choices, and he could not stop himself from falling down memory lane to the times when everything seemed much more straightforward.
Reaching so far into the past, even with the powerful mind of an Old One, was quite strenuous, and Caine hated every single moment he spent sinking into the distant past, but he could not stop himself. Like a fly following a decaying corpse into the grave, he could not loosen himself away from his memories.
"How did it all come to this? How could I have ever been so blind to have fallen so far?"
