[/html]It was a notion that bordered on fantastic, but even without the apparent history there to back her father's beliefs, Cassandra now had cynicism and a cold contempt to also support the idea that cruelty and betrayal and madness ran in the family. Or in their species and cousin species. Proximity made them madder, had been one such postulation. She didn't know exactly how many of them there were, or how many were in Inferni at that specific moment, but the numbers were not few, and Kaena had to count for at least a half dozen. They were not meant to have come. But they had, so it was better, of course, that at least one of them didn't stay. Right?
"Myrika is already happy," the albino said. Other things came to her tongue, but she let the urge to say them pass. If she stayed Myrika would have the opportunity to constantly worry about her. When she left, the immediate concerns of day-to-day Inferni life would occupy her again, and any lingering worry would be regulated to the back of the mind. But of course, this was just the selfless frame she used to make it easier. In the end, it was still about herself and satisfying the desperate loyalty she felt towards her father, as if it would pardon her conscience.
She watched the other woman leave, then leaned back against the wall with a vague sigh. Everything she did seemed too layered in pretentious justifications. She was so very tired. What if she did just stay? What would it really matter if she did?
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