Cassandra's face twisted for a moment, an expression pouty and frustrated. Then she shook her head violently and pressed her hands against her temples. "She can't know all things," Cassandra said with sudden force. "Head is only so large, so much space yet all the history of the world tries to creep creep inside, little insects and their sticks to build a house of things that don't belong to her! No," she said with great vehemence. To Cassandra, Charles was barely even in the room with her anymore. "She cannot remember herself with all these others inside! Little Charles says make it end, says nightfall must go, says cruel children must stop, says words must be ripped and torn from pages but nothing tears such things from her head! Such kisses from Thearius that poison each breath, most beautiful of Troy, most cursed of cursed cities!"