Kain listened intently at what Scorn had too say about what Kain wanted from her. She was mere inches from him and it gave him a closer look at her face, her true face. Without the face-paint, it seemed almost cute but in a creepy way. His face gave a surprised look at when she mentioned that she was the one who tortured Dr Zeynep Sihir. He had always wondered what had happened to that woman. He remembers the day he visited her like it was yesterday. She was crawled up into a corner in her room in the asylum like a baby foetus. She was trapped in a straight jacket and she looked like she was possessed almost. This possession was one of fear and terror. He was standing right in front of the doctor and was about to kill her but alas, he felt like he didn’t need too. Whoever did torture her managed to kill her but without the actual killing. He had always admired the person who had managed to achieve this impressive trophy and now this person is finally in front of him. Kain has now new respect for the sickly skilled conduit.

Scorn’s voice then had a mass change of tone. It descended from creepy and happy to dark and serious. Looks like business has finally gotten down. She continued to explain that Kain had to join the Reapers and help them with their cause. In return he gets to interrogate any Syndicate grunt that the Reapers pick up from the street. Although, the catch is he keeps them alive so that Scorn can have her fun with them. He didn’t mind keeping them alive for Scorn to have her fun. It would give him a show to watch. A female conduit torturing a human being, that’s pretty hot. She concludes with mentioning that if they find Petrov then he’s his to do as he pleases. A pretty obvious part of the deal but nevertheless the most important part. 

Kain looked at Scorn as he decided on the deal. He agrees with most of it apart from one small part of it: he will not join the Reapers. Kain is not some whiny ass bitch to own. Kain bows to no one; if he works with Scorn then he’s an equal, not a lackey. He then notices her lips; they were pure red with death and destruction in an oddly sexy way. He would never consider another relationship since Ellie; however a purely sexual was a very different one. He wonders if Scorn is turned on by death and torture as much as him. He then gives a bit of a chuckle and turns his back. He walks back a couple of metres, keeping his back to her.
“One change needs to be made to that offer: I will help you with whatever you need help with but I will not join the Reapers. I am not some lackey to be fucking owned, I am my own fucking person and no one else’s!” He then turns back towards Scorn, facing her again. “If we work together, it is as equals… allies even. I will not be a Reaper or any soldier in your personal army of mindless fucking lackeys. I will simply be a…friend,” he puts on a great emphasis for the word ‘friend’. The emphasis represents minor doubt. He’s not sure if ‘friends’ is the right word for it. It sounds so light and casual, it almost makes him sick. 

“It’s a small change but you gain a powerful ally,” He looks at her, it sounds fair enough but he’s not sure if she’ll see it that way. He likes to remain independent but he will help Scorn with her desires in any way as long as he gets Petrov. After he has finally dealt with Petrov, he could continue helping Scorn. All humans need to pay and Scorn could be the key to that possible gate. He awaits her reply to his negotiated offer.