Eleventh Unused Utility Belt | Video, Spam

[hellofist]

Um. I'm awake, now.

[Have a wave and half a smile, Barge.]

Didn't mean... to worry anyone. Sorry. I'm okay, though. I know... things have changed. Birthday passed. Was going to be... first one. Never knew it, growing up. Guess weapons... weren't allowed them. Merlin said, can have party. Don't know how, though. Could use tips.

Want to see everyone. Can meet somewhere, or you... come to Merlin's room. Staying here now, moved stuff already. It's... safer, this way. For my heart.

[That doesn't make a lot of sense out of context though, does it? She sighs and her smile fades, dissolves into a look that's somewhere between uncomfortable and just sad.]

There's a man here, David Cain. My father.

[She's truthful almost all of the time anyway, but this is when it becomes clear she's affected by this flood.]

Don't kill him. He's not... worth your time. Deserves a chance. Bad father, bad man, deserves to die, maybe should die, but... deserves his chance, too. Just leave him alone. Don't want people... getting hurt. Love you all too much.

That's... guess that's all.


Private to Bruce Wayne
Don't anymore, okay? Once is enough.

I love you.



Private to David Cain
Promise still stands. You kill anyone, I kill you.

... Hope this place... works, for you.



Spam for Dean and Barbara, separately
[Some people deserve to see her in person without waiting so she goes to them first, knocks and knocks and knocks on their doors until they open up, let her in. Once they do, they'll have an armful of Cass because there's no stopping her once she sees those faces again.]

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Private;

[hellofist]

Don't tell me... my feelings. They're mine, you don't... know them. Don't know me.

[Even if they are written all over her, she doesn't want to be an open book, not for him.]

Didn't say hurt them. Good fighters... can defend, not hurt.

Bruce won't hurt you. Not anymore.

Private;

[anewlanguage]

Sure he won't.

[He rolls his eyes, losing interest in arguing over it. Someone will kill him--Bruce or one of the other sidekicks. And if they won't, Cain had been doing a damn good job of finishing himself off back home. He's resuming that the second he gets back to his room.]

And if you're right, then me being here doesn't change a thing for you. You won't even see me.

Private;

[hellofist]

[She doesn't want to argue it anymore either. It's just adding to the sick feeling, knowing she wants him to live more than he wants to live. She should want him dead.]

Can keep saying... nothing's changed. It's a lie, every time.

[But there's nothing more to say now and he's done too, she can see it. So she just turns the feed off and sets her communicator aside, just sits and wonders when the numb, shocked feeling will go away.]