Twenty...? Hell. [ She shrugs, though, perhaps trying to cope with a bit of humor. ] But I guess there’s not a lot of therapists around here specializing in child soldiers. Let alone people who could talk Martin out of thinking he’s some sort of demon.

[ She’s obviously bitter about that. If Cassandra could fix things instantaneously, she wouldn’t have let Martin think that about himself, and she would have altered things months ago. ]

I get that. It’s what I try to tell people so they stop pestering me about it. But- maybe I’m being an idiot. I should be preparing for the shittest thing to happen.