Re: Cat C/Sasha J
It was how he treated me, Cat. Like he never answered questions, he never would tell me anything substantial, he always promised secrecy with nothing offered in return. He was bullshitting me for months, and I was stupid enough to think otherwise. I told him I didn't trust him anymore, and we haven't spoken since. [...] At first, my honey-bunny he was exciting. Dangerous. He spoke to me like he knew my heart from the very first moment. I thought I could fix him. I thought if I loved him enough, he wouldn't need to burn the world down. And sometimes? Sometimes it was almost enough. He'd look at me and I knew he loved me, and that he hated that he loved me. Because underneath that smile he was all broken bones, and I saw it. I loved him because he needed me to, as much as I needed him to love me.
It would mean they have a file on it, right?
What else do you call something that died and then comes back to life? In my book, that's a zombie. I suppose he could be a ghost. Or maybe it was a clone. I suppose him not dying is an option, but so much less plausible in this town. [...] Well, all I can do is go based on what Damian told me. Is it finally time to look into this for real?