Cassandra's not sure how to account for how easily her adoptive father circumvents her curse. Perhaps it's merely how his mind works, twisting through thought like an eel, always looking for new angles; perhaps it's because he too has been a plaything of the gods and knows what it feels like.
Either way, Cassandra marvels at having found apparently the only man in all the world who hears a woman's words and says that doesn't sound right, but I choose to trust you anyway.
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Cassandra's not sure how to account for how easily her adoptive father circumvents her curse. Perhaps it's merely how his mind works, twisting through thought like an eel, always looking for new angles; perhaps it's because he too has been a plaything of the gods and knows what it feels like.
Either way, Cassandra marvels at having found apparently the only man in all the world who hears a woman's words and says that doesn't sound right, but I choose to trust you anyway.