[Chilton's lips flatlined at Herr Starr's comment; he took it to be sarcasm, regardless of the intent. But at the follow-up question, the assumed insult seemed forgotten as he waved his hand, almost dismissive of the myth.]

Cain. As in, Cain and Abel. Cursed with immortality and some sort of... Demonic need for human flesh. Really unappetizing, I had to reorganize the entire break room because of his needs.

[His violent, angry needs. And also William Walker's interference.]

His god was not a forgiving one. There was nothing that man wanted more than to finally die. Jury's out if hell was a concept in his world, but I... Highly doubt it.

[Chilton was more inclined to believe that hell was on earth, with himself and all the other people.]