[Teamwork. He's not wrong. Cain knows that too, it's just—he can't help it, he doesn't trust anyone else. What if he's tasked to turn around and stab someone in the back, or someone else is supposed to do it to him? His experience so far proves the chance. And 'transactional relationships' are one of the truest tenets of the military, or at least his experience of the military.

He watches Cy mess with his hair, which would almost be cute if not for the preoccupation of his thoughts.]

... All right. You ask someone who says they'll do it and I'll go to 'em. [They've completed the circle back around, finding themselves near the armory and sunlight room. Cain's brow furrows.] How do you get to the kitchen from here? Are they just gonna let us in?