With a flick of her hand the tiny flame goes back out. It would be a lie to say that overwhelming Cassandra had not been intentional strategy on her part. She's well past cryptic hints and innuendo. She's in over her head and she knows it, and maybe she'd like for Cassandra to be there with her. Is that really so unkind?

And as far as acting like The Destroyer was anyone other than a pathetic, broken girl in a mask, was concerned... well, she doesn't trust her voice to tell Cassandra how right she was. But surely all of that is less important than this.

"I don't know how it's possible. I don't even know who I am, let alone what. Wish I did." she says, contemplating her hand again. "I dunno why I could light Luci's cigarette, or knew when Ananke got you. I dunno why I can still perform with Persephone gone. But I think- I think we might have a chance to end all of this shit."