Her eyes dropped down away from his gaze as her eyelashes kissed her cheeks in shame. Her fingertips brushed softly against his cheek before she shook her head. Guilt, shame, fear. Fear of what she could become if she allowed it, if she allowed the anger and the guilt to be all she was. She sought redemption not vengeance. Not like the others, not like Bruce.

"No... not anymore. I don't kill," Cass murmured soft, though it was hard. Killing was as easy as breathing, not killing required thought and concentration and control. "No. People don't look at me."

Not like that. Not since... ashes. It was all ashes and dead bodies.