Righting wrongs, crossing bridges, all that stuff that just seemed to sit in the way of any normal relationship... and maybe that was it. Normal. When she'd first arrived at Halcyon that was all that Cassandra wanted, to be normal. While she still wanted that to some degree she had quickly come to realize that the world normal didn't really exist. Or if it did, it was just an abstract, nothing that people could really be. And maybe that was it, couldn't really expect to be the same as any other set of siblings not when what they had to work with was so... well they just had a little different path to take.
Sweet or not, Cassandra knew all too well what the intentions of people could be. Maybe that was why she was the way she was. There were enough people who wanted to be cruel, to use others or were just... cold. She didn't want to be like them, she knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of that sort of treatment so she tried her hardest to not be that way. She was careful though... in her own way.
Cassandra slowly nodded her head, fingers curling up into her sleeve. "No, it doesn't. Just seems like you're hurting yourself more than anyone else and..." Cassandra shrugged her shoulders, she wasn't sure what to make of it all. She didn't agree or understand but it wasn't as though that made Ada a bad person. It wasn't the first thing that she didn't understand and she wasn't the only person that did such things. It didn't exactly feel good to be lied to but Cassandra knew there were far worse things that Ada could have done.
Her brows came together slightly in concern. "Is it... are things bad right now? Is that why you wanted to feel that high again?" She asked, though the words didn't quite sound right coming out of her mouth, like she wasn't putting the terms together properly. She wasn't exactly a drug expert. That fact worried her more than the fact that Ada had lied about her drug use. That there was a reason to start again.
Her head nodded, chin tucking into her chest with the gesture. "I can't ever want to understand losing control like that Ada, I just can't. But that's not what it's about. I mean... I'm glad that you don't want to do it anymore, that's probably an important decision to make. Even if the rest of it doesn't get any easier." Cassandra rotated her hands inside her sleeves, twisting and bunching the fabric. "I don't know what I'm supposed to say," She finally admitted. "I mean I know there's probably not anything that I'm actually supposed to say but... I'm sorry this has to be so hard for you." And she was.