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[ There's a little more time before Cassandra responds. She's trying to be a little kinder, isn't she? But Kanaya wouldn't get why she's not looking forward to another year. There's more to it than Atropos, and she's far too tired of this conversation already to explain why. ]

Fine. Bringing up Atropos was a low blow- you'd know that bullshit better than me. Sorry. But I don't have the fucking mental energy to explain to you why I know this year is going to be a potentially fatal shitshow for me beyond the constant threat of apocalyptic digestion. It's too long a story right now.

And- I'll see what I have. Do you really not have any other reason for inviting me? Most people just seem to realize I don't go to a lot of parties and leave it there.

[ Kanaya hasn't forgotten the references Cassandra's made to being doomed. It was too much of a derailment at the time to really get into at the time, plus Psychopomp was too aloof to ask and Cassandra too guarded to tell.

So, she's keeping it in her back pocket until a better opportunity arises, like when Cassandra's drunk with a group of people who've been dead. ]

you keep giving me new reasons the longer this conversation goes on
or at least reinforcing the original one
but theres a very large gap between thinking you need this and expecting you to be good company
lucky for you that being good company isnt a requirement
lucky for all of us really

lucky for you also its more of a get-together than a party
and realizing that you probably dont get out much is as much a reason to invite you as any
like i said i think you need this

There's a million things I could respond to you with, there, but I'm not interested in making this any worse...

[ How dare you try to give me therapy, are you pitying me, etcetera etcetera. All bad ideas to bring up at this point, she's thinking. ]

Anything else I need to know, besides "find another outfit?" Are we meeting in some secret locale?

no ill pick you up at yours
but i will send a text beforehand so you can make sure youre alone
im not trying to wear that mask for this

other than that
it is my pleasure to be the first to formally welcome you to the miserable bitch club for miserable bitches

I don't need to be alone. I live with friends, nobody's going to judge me. [ In fact, Rex would probably tell her it's good she's getting out of the house. As if he ever does. ]

Yes, yes, I get it, I'm horrible. Do I get a gold star or something?

[ It would be nice if, just once, Cassandra would listen to what she's saying before taking it personally. ]

you dont need to be alone to avoid some potential judgement you think ive imagined
its for my sake because even if none of your roommates know who i am id prefer that they didnt see me out of the mask

and yes in fact you do get a gold star
this is you being given a gold star by queen miserable bitch herself
we are all horrible cassandra
thats why we thought youd fit in with this
do us a favor and consider what that means before feeling offended that we thought to include you

Oh. Right. [ Look, she's tired. ]

I'm touched, then? I guess.

[ There's a moment before the next message: ]

Not to get sappy, but I'm shit at picking up things like this, okay?

yeah ive gathered that
tone isnt always easily conveyed over text especially through typing quirks

just know that we arent out to get you
we rather like you actually and wouldnt mind getting to know you in less dire circumstances than we have had thus far
there are only so many properly sensible people about

Christ, you can say that again. Although with our luck that means we'll all get incapacitated in some horrible incident while we're out doing whatever the fuck we're doing.

[ ...Look, she's got death on the brain. Always. ]

Never mind. I'll see you then, I guess.

right
be seeing you