[Hooking one arm over the bridge, Cain allows himself to slouch, ashing the cigarette between his fingers again—sad to see it's almost burnt down low enough to go out during the course of their conversation.]

You left and came back. That just sounds worse. [Like being teased with freedom, a taste of escape... if that's how it happened for Eugene. He doesn't know. Maybe, like he's imagining all of this is a dream, he won't even remember it.] I'd be fucking pissed.

[Shake of a head, banishing whatever thought rises to mind.]

Whatever. We're here for a reason, I guess, if it's worth enough to you.