Good Lord. Perhaps this doesn't have the impact it would if Cassandra felt any sort of closeness to Morrigan or Baphomet, but at the very least she can acknowledge that people she cares about feel that closeness. She rubs her forehead, then her eyes.
"Well, that's fucking bullshit. Not just the chthonic stuff, the- everything. Fuuuck. Then how did...the bodies became bodies for the heads, you're saying? Her multi-corpse? At least that's- I don't know, I wasn't expecting us to even get to the heads that easily, to be honest. Not that it makes somebody else dying any more pleasant."
And after a pause- "What's he going to do? Baphomet."
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Good Lord. Perhaps this doesn't have the impact it would if Cassandra felt any sort of closeness to Morrigan or Baphomet, but at the very least she can acknowledge that people she cares about feel that closeness. She rubs her forehead, then her eyes.
"Well, that's fucking bullshit. Not just the chthonic stuff, the- everything. Fuuuck. Then how did...the bodies became bodies for the heads, you're saying? Her multi-corpse? At least that's- I don't know, I wasn't expecting us to even get to the heads that easily, to be honest. Not that it makes somebody else dying any more pleasant."
And after a pause- "What's he going to do? Baphomet."