He had to correct Evron again at the end. "My children are followers. I love them for it." His face had that still contracted look from all the fiery rage but his muscles twitched as they tried to relax.
It was finally time for Caim to run a monologue. His voice far more even but still with high authority. "I am your mother. Why do you not fucking see what I've done for you, from the start?" This was something Caim prided himself on too, his followers freedom. Evron didn't even realize what he was saying again. He didn't hold them with fear. He was so cunning in his manipulations he had them all believing they wanted to be there and so they did. "My followers are free." His voice sounded more resigned there, but in that moment as it might seem all would be calm, there was a sudden shift, and upset and he jolted into action shoving Evron in the chest again. This time it was so he could release the swamp background. He cast the same feelings, only time shoving Evron clean through the depths of the water feeling transported only to resurface on the floor of his apartment, the furniture still burning because that was real. When Caim turned to see the flames he said, "Fan the flames. Take the place your father couldn't. You hold the same power. Rise by my side where he faltered running Rome I'd light the fires and he'd fan the damn fucking flames. You want released? Leave like him. Go." Caim's voice was getting more furious, pain laced and very apparent in his words. "Leave me Son of Iammax. They all do. If that's who you want to be then go. I've lived this long without you. What's the rest of eternity? If you don't feel after all this time how I feel for you, fucking GO!" His chest began to rise and fall at such a quickened pace. "But do not dare use my name as your own." He stepped forward, lunged at his son and kissed him right on the mouth, close-mouthed and -HARD- (this was anything but a romantic kiss, it was all man-power and dominance and parental passions released against his skin) with a sway back he closed his eyes offering a taught hand one more time. He spoke no uniting words this time. No grand offerings hoping like make his eyes were enough because when he opened them, they were so intense, so wild, fiery from within, but agony was also embodied in those eyes, pain, suffering already in the anticipation of his son's next move. He bore those eyes full of pain and hope, his hand at a bent elbow one last time, waiting for it to be filled, for Evron to realize he had a place to claim.