And now, at last, gaiaphage and Nemesis stood facing each other.
“Why didn’t you just . . . fade?” Gaia demanded plaintively.
“You hit me,” Nemesis said. It was a little boy’s voice coming from Caine’s mouth. “And that’s not okay.

Hello, Darkness," Caine said.
Gaia's face fell. Her bloody, feral grin faded to be replaced by lips drawn right with fear. Her killer blue eyes widened as she looked at Caine who was no longer Caine.
"Nemesis," Gaia said.

But hey this was the FAYZ, where all you could really hope was to delay the pain.

A white van drove slowly—as slowly as only an inexperienced and frightened driver could go—
down San Pablo Avenue. It came to a stop at a distance, and Caine found himself hoping it was
trouble. Trouble he could handle. A fight would be a wonderful relief from the tedium.

Delay of pain: that was the meaning of life, wasn’t it?
“I’ve made some bad decisions,” Caine said, not really meaning to say it out loud.

But then had come the voice that said, "Come on, you little freak, wherever the hell you are,
whatever the hell you are, let’s get this done with.