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[bodilesswarrior]

[Her eyes are red, and her voice is flat.]

Cassandra Cain is gone.

Does anyone feel like sparring? [She wants to hit someone. She wants to sweat and ache and bleed.]

[Private to David Cain]

Not you. [Her laugh is low and choked.] It's funny, isn't it, that I don't want to hurt you? [But she's not sure she could stop herself from going for his throat, right now.]

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[text/private]

[bodilesswarrior]

[She responds in text, too, because she doesn't want to look hurt or irritated; that's not fair, either.]

No. You're right.

Part of me still wants to scream at him, you know, tell him he doesn't deserve to feel this way. [The way she does.] But I know he loves her. I know he hates what he did to her, that he gets it now.

But I can't stop thinking about the life she could have had.

[text/private]

[routemistress]

neither can he. and there's a lot we can change but our own past isn't one of those things.

choosing to live differently doesn't undo the damage: that's what eats at him.

love you

[text/private]

[bodilesswarrior]

i get it, i do.

love you, too. always. you - at times like this, you're

[She's not sure how to say it, and she knows she doesn't really need to.]

[text/private]

[routemistress]

not much bloody help to either of you, is what I am, but I'm here and I love you.

he's got that Ricki lad coming over to natter about weapons and dodgy adventures and drink all my booze, I'll come up if you're not busy breaking the gym equipment.

[text/private]

[bodilesswarrior]

not true. cassandra is my heart, but so are you. he's the same.

i'm alone right now. well - jonesy. [She may have cried into her fur a little.]