[/html]As her sister began her story, Cassandra wondered how she would feel if their experiences had been reversed. If all that had happened to her had happened to Myrika instead, if she were the one to make it through without scars, real or imaginary, if she were not the one weighed down with terrible truths -- how would she feel about not being told? And if she were told, what would she make of that? She could not think how Lady Cassandra, Goddess of Purity, might have reacted to such revelations, but it was easy for her to think of violence, or at least the wish of it. For as clearly as she knew she still loved and trusted her tawny littermate, she knew she would readily slaughter anyone that dared touch her.
And so she stiffened when Myrika paused, ears erect with a suddenness that reflected her surprise. "He didn't... hurt you, did he?" The albino woman had turned back to her sister, voice still soft, but with a sharpness and harsh edge that had never been there before. Even as the lifting tone punctuated her question though, Cassandra could already see the answer in Myrika's awkward embarrassment and general demeanor. Her body eased and her ears returned to their half-mast position.
Self-conscious about her surely-wrong assumption, she added, "You never told the sister then, did you?"
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