Cassandra Cain

[She's been keeping to herself a lot, lately, but their snowball fight is an odd, bright memory for her, so when she hears the question, she pauses, tries to find an answer. She's sitting cross-legged on her bed, back against the sky blue wall. She chews the inside of her cheek, nervous, hoping she can somehow be helpful.]

I'd want to know. But I always want to know things, even if they're awful. And if it's not something you remember...is it still about you? But knowing might still be worthwhile. Just for...navigation purposes, I guess?