Cass was running. What was he running from? The truth?
The reality he'd found himself in? The sick feeling in his stomach?
All of it, probably.
As soon as the demon king had spoken those words, Cass had fled. He couldn't stand to be there for a second longer. Was it the cowardly thing to do? Was there more questions he needed to get answers to? Yes, but it was alright.
Cass was allowed to be a fucking coward every once in a while. So sue him, he didn't want to look at their damn smug faces when they were the ones who had fucked him up. Who had ruined him.
And Cass had finished the fucking job.
Tears streamed down his face.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Cass muttered, speaking to Cassian stuck in him. Cassian had said he was glad that he had gotten the others involved, but he hadn't known the truth. He couldn't have, since the gods couldn't show what he'd found out.
Everything was through Fiona's eyes, after all.
