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[Even now, months later, and hundreds of lost lives in the process... it still didn't feel as if the poachers were really gone. Their operations were destroyed, often with extreme prejudice, something even Cassandra herself had taken part in out of pure rage. But that didn't erase the scars on her body, or Elsa's, left behind by their vicious captors who sapped their strength and dissected them for whatever they could harvest. It was humiliating, even traumatizing, but the thought of it starting all over again gripped Cass with fear more and more often.

Cassandra shifts, gently against Elsa's embrace; she's turning around to face her wife. Once she does, it's clear the memory is fresh - Elsa looking at her, one eye tearing up and the other an empty socket.]

I'll always be here. Right here, with you. I promise.