"I don't want anyone getting hurt, Cass. I've learnt to bend the rules; Tiberius taught me that much, but I don't like it, and I will go so far to protect someone, even myself. We will figure things out, and then you will volunteer all this information, because it will look better." Tiberius might have trained for this, but he didn't like it. It didn't come naturally to him.
"We'll find out about your mother, too. Maybe she's still alive, Cass. You can talk to Bletchley. Perhaps he can find out for you. We'll use whatever connections we have." Percy shifted around, until he was sitting next to Cass. He laced their fingers together. "She's your mother, Cass. Of course, you wanted to be in contact with her. That's not a mistake; that's being human."
He smiled back. "Telling the truth was too simple."