"At least it won't be boring anymore," Cassian muttered to himself as he packed some clothes and a book, still thinking about Lady Katherine's casual demeanor after killing that man.
He wasn't upset with her for doing it—after all, he would've been the one to kill him if she hadn't—but what bothered him was how unaffected she seemed. Shouldn't there be some kind of remorse? "Right?" he asked himself quietly.
It wasn't her first time, that much was clear. Cassian, having narrowly escaped death before, knew he'd likely kill to survive if it came to that. But he wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle it as nonchalantly as she had.
One thing was certain, though: he would kill in the future. Whether it would be one person or many, he didn't know, but if he wanted to be strong, killing seemed inevitable.
