Cain knew enough about the Originals to know the truth of what Elijah said, that this family was the closest thing to immortals that he was ever going to find. How could Elijah understand the complicated feelings that raised in the immortal, the slight glimmer of hope when he first saw Klaus attacked and return from the dead. There was trepidation that his servitude to the hybrid was unending, but also the conflicting realization that this man was going to be the first person he spent this long time with... Ever.

So, while Cain knew, after seventy years he still didn't know how he felt about that news.

"I'm not that strong," Cain said with a shake of his head, once more telling Elijah he was wrong and not caring that he may be upsetting the vampire with that attitude. There was very little he feared, Elijah will find. "Giving up is not as easy as you think... It's the hardest thing to do."

Cain took a drink of what he held, a reasonable sip rather than a huge gulp this time, and looked evenly across at the vampire seated, once more composed at his desk. "Show me?" He wasn't sure what Elijah meant, and he had never heard of vampires having such a power. It sounded so hard to believe, and he looked dubious for a second before he shrugged and put down his bourbon. "Sure," he decided with nothing lose. "What do you want me to do?"