[For the first time, Cassandra looks away. Wrapped in Elsa's embrace, she waits out the execution, even as she bristles once the music starts. She doesn't look up until it's over.
She catches it before the curtains close. The peaceful form of Varian, submerged in an amber light. It's disgusting. A mockery of what he had to deal with, on top of the music.
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She catches it before the curtains close. The peaceful form of Varian, submerged in an amber light. It's disgusting. A mockery of what he had to deal with, on top of the music.
Surely the Wizard was proud of himself.
And once it is, she makes for a silent exit.]