The doctor tutted at Abel's outburst, but did not move or acknowledge him until the path of Cain's blood began to reverse, climbing back up into the wound where it closed up. Then he let go of Cain's jaw and set the scalpel aside to address Abel. "That is quite an interesting side effect we didn't foresee, but whatever you said I can assure you that you'll be here saying it for a while longer." Cain had turned his head away from the both of them, trying to play keepaway with the doctor, and was suddenly jerked back when his jaw was grabbed again. "We have quite an interest in your brother here and the secrets he holds. You're quite an interesting subject yourself. How is it that something can be made from nothing the way you've made yourself such a convincing body?"

"Leave him alone," Cain echoed. "He's already dead, just leave him alone and get him the fuck out! Get on with it. You want data, then just take it."

"Afraid I can't do that, Cain," the doctor said with a shake of his head. "You know it isn't that easy. Besides, Cerberus is only more incentive for you to cooperate. Why would we let him go?"

It was then that two more people filed in, these doctors more readily dressed for conducting an operation. They wore face masks and goggles, gloves and disposable scrubs. They were here to do the big stuff while the blond doctor was apparently there to provide some kind of moral support. Perhaps their supervisor. It was hard to say when Cain could hardly see straight through the drugs and panic. He started his useless struggle again, trying to force his restraints to open through sheer strength of will.