Failure is Not an Option

Spotify wrapped- 33 - “I Know How to Speak” Manchester Orchestra

“I know where I’m going.” There was a firmness in her voice, some new resolve. It echoed in her eyes as she cinched the elastic tighter around her hair. Cass had hovered close since they reunited, visiting him when she could, but something was different this time.

Mordecai could only conclude that something absolutely unthinkable had happened to erase her memories that way. Whether by her own mind or forcibly by some external force, this wasn’t something he could exactly fix. The sounds of the splitting bowl and the soup dumping onto the floor startled him, and he was doing his best to mop up the mess as quickly and as well as he could. All the while, his gaze was still fixed on her, trying to assess the situation. “Got nothin’ to apologize for. Ain’t my bowl anyway.” He tossed the random scraps of now-soaked fabric he’d found into the bathroom sink - he could deal with them later - and retook his spot on the ground before her, plucking the cracked bowl halves from her hands. “What could I do right now t’make ya feel better? Name it.”

There was a feeling of unreality about it; even as she’d come to learn and experience new emotion, never had Cass felt so out of control. Or rarely. She’d had a sense of it when she’d taken down the doctor who owned the ECHO, but this was something different. It bothered her almost as much as the unfamiliar memory. 

A puzzled look crept into her face at his question. What was there to make her feel better? It was a good question, one Cass had no ready answer for, so she sat for what seemed like a long time, eyes searching the room aimlessly. They became momentarily troubled and then smoothed out again as the feelings came back and she pushed them away. Control. That’s what she needed.

“... Talk. I like to listen.” She dipped her head, grabbing the edge of the mask and moving to affix it over her face again. It was a symbol of control, of hiding away the things that had been done to her. 

Scars are next to impossible to do it seems, so did a lil quick editing (let it be writ that my photo editing skills are not good)