"You have her eyes too" Cassandra said softly, swallowing again. She managed not to cry, and for that she was thankful. "I'm sorry you didn't get to meet her. One day, I'll take you to where she's buried though" It sounded so morbid, especially since it had only been a few months since coming home and finding her killed. 

"I know" She said, "Even without taking the blade out the sheath, I can feel it...I don't want it to master me, I want to master it, so I haven't drawn the blade yet..." She sighed softly, "I don't know how effective it will be, but...I don't want to lose control" 

She looked down at her marked hand, curling it into a fist. "Demon's murdered her. I won't become like that. I won't" She looked up, her voice hard and determined.