She tugs his hand away from his knee, forcing his body to open up a little to her before she slides closer to him. Her lips part in a soft exhale, shivering as she draws her own knees to her chest and tugs his arm around her but loose so that he has the freedom to move if he wants to.

"You killed him, the one I remind you of or another clone? He's not you, you're not him. You're not the same but that doesn't have to be a bad thing," Cassandra said, forcing herself to speak. He deserved to listen to her in a language he could understand. She couldn't show him what she meant, not without him freezing again like he had done before. "No, she wasn't. You're... you can be good. Do you want to change?"