[Naoya's gaze darkened, just enough to make the smile on his face seem slightly sinister.]

I should hope not. To kill your brother and wander the Earth eternally as punishment... I don't know many parents who would wish Cain's fate on their children.

[He knew nothing of the man Caim truly was, of course - the programmer was only calling upon the knowledge he held of Celtic culture. But from the way Caim's eyes turned their attention back to him was telling of some sort of note that struck true.]

We can only play the hand we're dealt, of course - knowingly or not.