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[batghoul]

[Cassandra is sitting at her desk with her head resting on her elbow. The camera is positioned to look over her shoulder, and in the background, a punching bag with a huge gash in the side hangs limply from the ceiling. She holds a dart in her hand, and tosses it toward a calendar on the opposite wall, effortlessly striking today's date. She

Comments

[divtastic]

I don't think it's that bad. Not really.

[batghoul]

Had a... good dad?

[divtastic]

Still do. Well. Hopefully.

Didn't you? Have a good dad, I mean.

[batghoul]

Good. Should... celebrate.

No.

[divtastic]

Can't really, he's still back home.

Oh. Sorry. You could just ignore it, instead of throwing sharps at the calender? Bit risky, that.

[batghoul]

Oh. Um. Could still... celebrate him.

Don't worry. I'm... good at it.

[divtastic]

Nah. I'd just miss him, then.

Still. Only takes once to mess it up.

[batghoul]

Oh. Okay.

I don't mess up.

[divtastic]

You might one day. Can't always be perfect.

[batghoul]

Have had... worse happen.

[divtastic]

...Your dad?

[batghoul]

Yes.

Taught me to... ignore pain.

[divtastic]

...Oh. Sorry.

[batghoul]

It's okay. Made me... what I am.

[divtastic]

...Is that a good thing?

[batghoul]

Can fight really good. But can't talk good.