Cassandra turned her head, looking at her shoulders and the way she read. She read like Cassandra. The guilt, the shame, the sadness but not quite the same, it wasn't her blood that Valkyrie had on her hands. But Cassandra's were covered in them. She would never erase what she had done, she could only control who she was now.
"You've been hiding. Why?" Cass asked quietly, cutting away the quiet greetings in exchange for direct words.
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Date: 2012-06-27 09:26 am (UTC)"You've been hiding. Why?" Cass asked quietly, cutting away the quiet greetings in exchange for direct words.