“Aside from the bra? I worry about Cass. What if she starts running with a bad crowd, some set of miserable, dark, infighting douches, like the Titans?”

“I’ll send someone to check in on her.”

‘Good. I worry about her. She doesn’t know how to read, how the world works, how people interact… what if she becomes a Twihard?”

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There were so many radiant jewels in this fic, but this is probs my favorite. Golden. Absolutely golden.