[Cain's smile hardens fractionally as he struggles to find what to say to that. This is all highly treasonous, and as bad of a Commissar he may be, blatant disloyalty to the Imperium puts even him at unease. Whether or not the Imperium even exists in this time and space doesn't especially make it easier.]
[Since there's nothing else to be done about it right now, he gives Eridan a vaguely affectionate pat on the head, minding the horns. He doesn't want to figure out how sharp they are the hard way.] You've got your virtues, too, troll kid.