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Somehow, Cassandra found herself at Milliways once again. Black top, a bit of midriff, and black sweatpants. It was obvious that she had not been on duty for those who knew what business she was in.

And, once again, Cassandra looked lost.

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Asmodean paused.

"I suppose.

He considered her for a second.

"I take it that you have a somewhat tragic past as well?"

Tragic...wasn't quite the word she'd use for it. She didn't think she was a victim or anything. No. She hadn't known better at the time, yes, but she was still thankful for the training Cain had given her during those days. It was how she could be such an efficent fighter.

"Not...tragic," Cassandra said. "But not...normal."

Asmodean nodded.

"An abnormal background, eh? I suppose I fall into that category as well."

"Normal...overrated anyway, right?"

Did Cassandra just crack a joke? Yes, indeed she had.

Asmodean gave a smirk.

"Of course, nobody recalls normal people anyway."

Not that he would be remembered for anything good, but he would be remembered.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. Normal people were remembered in their own way. Just more...privately.

"Normal, abnormal...all same in end. Live life." Well, it wasn't a lie.

Asmodean thought about it.

"I suppose, but there are a lot of people who do not live life. Oh, they breathe and do all the things that the living do but they do notlive."

Cassandra wasn't sure she knew the difference. Living...wasn't it breathing and doing things? She blinked, and her expression betrayed the fact that she was confused.

She was a protector. It didn't matter what those she protected did. She never thought about how they lived or anything like that.

Asmodean gave a casual smile.

"To truly live is... how should I say this?"

He paused.

"It is to find why you want to continue breathing, and then do whatever that might be."

That...was complicated. Especially since it was in words, and Cassandra was still grasping the concept of words. It seemed to make things much more complicated than it should be.

"Like...your music?" And her identity as Batgirl?

He gave a charming smile. She may speak simplistically be she understands.

"Yes, music is my one consuming passion."

Okay. In that case, Cassandra thought that she understood the concept, at least a little bit. She lived to be Batgirl and save and protect people. Not only because she felt guilty for what she had done in the past, but because she wanted to.

"I...think I get it."

Asmodean gives a smile. A different one than the one he had given previously.

"That is quite good."

And Cassandra noticed the difference. She was always better at reading expressions and body language than actual speech. And she can't help but return a tiny smile back.

But she then remembered where she had been before she came. Training. And then she was supposed to have a lesson with Oracle.

"I...have to go," she said, getting up from her seat. "Have things to do." She paused before continuing. "It was...nice talking to you."

Asmodean gave yet another smile. This one touched on a smirk.

"Of course, I have kept you overly long."

He stood up from his chair.

"It was a pleasure to speak with you, Lady Cassandra."

Asmodean gave a deep bow, before turning and walking away without another word.

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