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Cassie's mind was still a fragile battleground as she felt her pulse in her temples and was still reeling from the...was it a vision? Surely she didn't just dream that. Whatever deity or god or whatever had contacted her had wanted her to see those visions of her past, from the point of view she didn't see. As if it was confirming to her what she had known as a child, she was a victim. But she didn't have to remain one. After all, she fought to come here when the opportunity presented itself.

And wasn't that interesting? Was it fate that got her to come here, or was it the force in the background willing to step in and get her out of her cage. But didn't the being tell her that she was in danger of falling into another? No, she needed to explore this.

But she was weak. Her eyes drifted to Connie, who had been helping her, and she told her the unfortunate news. She dared not look at her hand, or lack thereof, for fear she would pass out again, but she trusted the girl. Before she could speak, Connie was gone, but another figure took her place. She didn't need to see him in full to know the dominating presence of her favorite dragon as he scooped her up. She felt comforted, the fear of recent events edging off of her. She was settled into the chair next to Willow, who didn't look good either. What had she done? She was the cause of this. 

Jake was there too, bustling in like a storm and her heart settled somewhat. Seeing him, one of few people here who provided immediate comfort despite all of the unknown that threatened to overwhelm her still, gave her some strength. She felt sore, but she could still feel, and that was enough.

The brothers grim were there also, but, oddly enough, they weren't the annoying presence she came to know. Nick had come to her, going on about how she would feel and offering aid in case she needed it. That was, essentially, the straw that broke the camel's back. She couldn't fight it off any longer as she began to weep, tears streaming down her face. [color=CCA1A1]"It's my fault. It's my...fault. I am so sorry....so sorry..."[/color] The weight of it had hit her. She nearly put her coven in danger. 

But...once the sadness got through, she felt something else. Anger. A rush of it. For it was her fault, but not fully. It was the journal's. She looked around to see where it was. What had happened to it? She felt unsure, but still....if you could bleed, you can stand. And if you could stand, you could fight.

[color=CCA1A1]"Where's the journal? I want to get all I can out of it before I fucking destroy it!"[/color]