Her first murder had been when she was eight. After that, she had planned it to be her last. She'd killed her mother, though in all fairness, brought her back to life, and had only done the same thing that her mother had done to her. She'd nearly killed Supergirl, Robin, and her father, as well taking the lives of others while she was in the League. She was exactly the person she was raised to be. Just trying to be someone else.
Cassandra looked over at him, her eyes filled with mixed emotions. It was hard to tell. Regret? Hostility? Haunted from what she'd seen, or maybe just the cruel knowledge of know she was a killer, and living with it. "I never said that." she said flatly. "I'm just like my 'sisters.'" she said. Her jaw clenched tightly for a moment, looking at the hologram of the man who had made her what she was, and then turned her back.
She began walking toward Terry- to the door. She was done, she'd suddenly lost the need to want to complete her time in the room.