"Then not you," Cass replied simply. Her conscience was a part of Valkyrie, it was who she was just as Cassandra's control was a part of who she was. The girl, the creature, whatever she was that had been Valkyrie without that was not the same. They weren't the same person. "You are your conscience, you don't want to hurt me. You didn't, she did. I... read people. That wasn't you."

Cass shrugged, lifting her shoulders. "It was nothing my father hasn't already made me do. And he has a conscience, he choses not to listen to it." Sometimes. Sometimes he looked at her though and Cass wasn't angry anymore. He made her weak, he had made her weak. She couldn't forgive him for that.