A encarou, tentando não transparecer com os olhos marejados. Não conhecia bem Cassandra, por isso ajeitou as costas e ficou mais firme.
— obrigado, Cassandra.— acenou com a cabeça.
they told me you were gone and i screamed. i wailed, i cried and i screamed. as loud as i could. i halfway hoped that if you could hear me screaming on your way to heaven, you would turn around and come back to me.
tell me, father, which am i to ask forgiveness for: what i am, or what i'm not? tell me, mother, which should i regret: what i became, or what i didn't?