[/html]Cassandra had no great love for Thornloe or its many inhabitants and members, but it had been a part of her childhood and the time when she had been happiest. It had been a landmark on the horizon and in her timeline, and its destruction was a final reminder that there would never be any going back. For all the little unpleasantries she had sometimes suffered as a strange outsider child living near the pack, she had never wanted to leave. She would have stayed there forever if her family had stayed with her.
And now there was nothing. There was no home, and there was no family. Her mother was a story, and her father, a memory. Her sister was a traitor, and she, a devil.
At the question, she looked at her sister, for perhaps the first time all night, pale red eyes sad and furious, quivering with too many other emotions. Myrika's eyes were the color of the sea, brilliant green and blue at the same time. Maybe she did belong here then, by the water. Cassandra could not look for too long though and averted her gaze after only a moment, staring back down at her legs. "You already are," she said. "I won't trouble you long." Where she would go when she was healed, she did not know, but she knew she couldn't stay. It was the only thing she knew.
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