...Oh.

[ There's so much of that Cassandra would never have thought of; the idea that Martin would still see good in all of that, the idea that if there's nothing good he's nothing good. She wants to correct him. And yet, she's started to understand exactly why he'd think that way.

She has to think for a moment- but her mouth won't really let her, of course. ]

You sound like Rex. He feels the same way as you. And- I mean- you're not wrong? It's...look, I can't comprehend what your life was like. I just know you shouldn't have been treated the way you were, because I can tell you were treated a certain way, and I know I fucking hate it. But I didn't mean- I didn't mean there was nothing good. Or that you weren't good. Because you already are, Martin, seriously. You always were.

[ She doesn't want him to think his increasing comfort means there was something inherently wrong with him before. His improvement is obvious, but he was never not a good kid. ]

How about this. None of what you say is going to make it worse. Maybe it'll make you feel better. [ Well- ] Maybe not at first, but- maybe.