[b]Chapter Thirty Five[/b] Cain rose slowly from the ground. He held his stomachs wounds with his pale hand and blood ran through his fingers and to the ground. He grasped his blade, and used it to help him stand. He held it upright, but as soon as he stood up he collapsed to his knees. His right hand remained gripped on the grip of the blade as his left covered his wounds. His face was scarred, his ashen hair was stained red and looked burnt on its edges but his piercing blue eyes still stood out like a light in the darkness. He looked up at Tubbs, his mouth open to take in his deep breaths. "T-that..." Cain began. "Was...it was truly...fantastic." He complimented Tubbs weakly. [spoiler]For Tubbs[/spoiler]