As Cassandra was led back to her room, or cell, really, she looked about, for the others. She wanted to make sure none of them were being hurt, and was more then ready to blow of her guards, and protect them. Then too soon she was back to her room, unable to see them. She slammed a fist against the wall, and let out a small curse.
What the hell was wrong with her?
She hissed out a breath, and let herself sink to the ground. She leaned her head against the wall, and took a few deep breaths as she closed her eyes. She stayed like that for a time, contemplating everything and nothing. Ever since...the beginning of this, she had fet something shifting through her. Anger at her position seemed to be tainted her, and that seemed to be effecting her entirely. She gritted her teeth, then relaxed once more.
For the first time, she let what she had done completely wash over her. He had been there,yelling, screaming and demanding that she return to him. for a few years, she had been free. For a few years, she hadn't been beaten. And then there he was. As he came towards her, those fists of his ready to hit her, the knife had been in her hands. And she had stabbed him, over and over. And she had stood there, as the police demanded her to let the knife go, the steady drip, drip, drip of blood dropping from the knife point.
"Don't go there, Cas. You're stronger then that" She whispered to herself, opening her eyes. She looked to the door, studying it, studying the lock, and then sent a thin thread of lunar energy into it, beginning to try and open it. She couldn't campaign for leader, or for the leader she wanted, stuck in this room.