Sunny stared at Cassie, struggling to believe how deep the roots of her mysterious scheme went. He noted recently that the blind girl's personality changed drastically after the cruel words he had thrown at her at the underground level of the Academy's medical complex, right after the Forgotten Shore.
That was when she had begun to weave her spiderweb, most likely.
Looking at the young woman sitting across from him, meeting his gaze with dark and defiant pride, he felt a chill running down his spine.
'...Which one of us is worthy of being called the heir of Weaver, even?'
Cassie had just as high of an affinity to fate as him, after all, if not higher.
He took a deep breath, feeling stifled.
