Unfaltering, Bjorn began to make his way towards Cain. Steeping across the line, he continued getting closer until within speaking distance. The disc on his wrist ejected, and the large plasma shield roared to life with a hiss. Sword in hand, Bjorn points towards Cain with the tip. "You have slain Alex, Ite, and enslaved lands in the name of your father; But what for? To earn a sadistic monster's love who would cast you aside like a piece of trash if you did anything to protest against his will? You stood and watched as your kin was killed. Is this really what you want? Are you sure you are on the right side of history?" He stood in silence, his visor staring down Cain coldly as the question sat heavy in the air. The land around him distorted with heat as if he already knew Cain's answer, and was preparing for the worst.