Ninteenth Unused Utility Belt | Video, backdated to after the breach ends (cw: fire damage)

[hellofist]

[The feed comes on to show Cass... well, she kind of looks like crap. But more than that, behind her her room, her real room on the Barge, seems to be confused about what it wants to be. In some places it's a replication of what Merlin's room looks like - there's his bed in one corner, a large wooden table with a red rose in a pot, for example.

Other parts are what the inside of a burned down building would look like. There's smoke damage, blackened walls, the remains of a dresser. The big computer is halfway melted and warped, the screen cracked and beyond repair. Looks like the Barge couldn't recreate what home is for Cass because she doesn't even know herself anymore.]

I'm back.

[There's not... that much to say after that, really. She's back, yay, no she doesn't want to talk about it.]

It was... about a week? I think. Learned... lots of things. About me, about... what I'm for. Why I... was made. It's funny, how you can... be so sure, who you are, but be... completely wrong.

Anyway. Back.


[Private to Merlin]
Are you... working? Or in room?


[Private to Dean, Chris, and Cassel, sent separately]
Have... to give you something. Can I come over?


[Private to Stephanie]
I understand, now. Why... I'm not Batgirl. Why you are. I didn't really, before. But... I'm glad you are.


[Private to Kon]
[After far too long passes with no answer to Steph, Kon gets a slightly panicked message from Cass.]

Where is Stephanie?


[Private to Dick Grayson and Tim Drake]
I know... that you won't see this. You can't. I just miss you. I shouldn't, but I wish... you were here.

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Private

[hellofist]

[She's sorry for that too, it won't ever stop hurting, so Cass nods.]

Dick... made a deal, to fix it. It'll be okay, in time. Just... wasn't yet, for me.

Private

[youwillgotohell]

You saw it happen?

Private

[hellofist]

Kind of. It was... vision? Something you see...

[She doesn't even know if she wants to do this, open this door with Morgana. But... well, she trusts her. For better or worse Cassandra loves and trusts Morgana, she doesn't want to lie to her.]

When you die.

Private

[youwillgotohell]

[And it's a hell of a door, and there's a whole rush of emotion running through her: anger and sadness, outrage and maybe despair, and she doesn't master it at all, just pushes it away as hard as she can.]

What happened? [She cares. She's afraid to, but she cares.]

Private

[hellofist]

[She doesn't intend to tell the whole story to many people, just the small facts that certain people need to know because the whole story is too much to make other people hear. It's easy enough for her to tell it, harder for them to hear it, so she isn't sure over the network is the way.]

Should tell in person. Is that okay? Will come to you.

[If Morgana starts to cry, if her body language gets any more desperate, Cass wants to be there for her.]

Private

[youwillgotohell]

[There's a moment where she hesitates; her instinct now is almost always no, better off alone - but she makes herself nod.]

All right. I'll unlock the door.

Private

[hellofist]

I'm... sorry.

[There isn't a chance to reply to that, the feed just cuts out there. She is sorry, for making people worry, but having the information will help. Morgana not wondering, not filling in the blanks on her own, that has to make up for hurting her, at least part of the way.

When she gets to Morgana's room she knocks, but then she tries the door to see if it really is unlocked. If it is, she'll stick her head inside to see if this is really okay, her just going straight in.]

Spam

[youwillgotohell]

[She looks up at the knock, fully ready to rebuff anyone but Cassandra - but then she appears, and Morgana waves her in. She didn't think to get tea together, but she considers it now, briefly; she's not entirely certain she even has tea leaves left. So instead, she sets aside the book she was reading - a medical tome that Lara requested for her - and gestures to the other seat at her small and empty-but-for-books table.]

Spam

[hellofist]

[After closing the door again, Cass goes in and sits. For a moment she just looks at Morgana, taking comfort in her presence and seeing her again, knowing she's safe. There's no good place to start with this, so she just picks off where she left off.]

Found out, have a brother. Someone Cain trained... before me. He broke, though. His mind did. Became... like an animal. He stabbed me, here.

[She rests her hand on her chest, right where Mad Dog's knife caught her.]

Died in the snow.

Spam

[youwillgotohell]

[Her eyes drop to Cass' hand, and she remembers the sharp pain of being stabbed. It was lower, for her, but it doesn't matter. They both died.

Morgana's jaw locks and for a long moment she says nothing. She doesn't know what to say, because 'I'm sorry' is woefully inadequate. Instead, she shakes her head just slightly.]

You made a deal with the Admiral to save yourself?

Spam

[hellofist]

What?

[She can't help how surprised she sounds at the idea of asking for that. A deal for her life to go on when there are other much more important ones to be saved is almost amusing, she might have laughed if Morgana asked this question before she'd returned home.]

No, I... My mother brought me back. With magic.

[Calling the Lazarus Pit magic isn't far off, not really.]

Spam

[youwillgotohell]

[And it's bizarre to Morgana, that Cass would be so surprised. But the explanation makes her go still, makes her brows draw tight together. She still remembers what Lancelot was like, empty inside, malleable.

That's not what Cassandra is, now.]

What magic? [It's a little sharper than she really means it to be, but she wants to know. There aren't many people Morgana would bring back - but Mordred, Morgause, she would reach new depths for them.]

Spam

[hellofist]

Not sure. It's not something... you're supposed to do. Bringing people back, with it. They come back... different.

[Maybe it isn't the pit that does it, maybe it's just a universal rule that people who come back always come back wrong.]

Spam

[youwillgotohell]

[She knows that; her body says that loud and clear, she knows that, and she desperately wants to hear another answer.]

You don't seem different.