Cassandra: sighs heavily Why'd you come back? Thought you'd moved on, left me in this cage.
rolls her eyes Sorry? That's all you've got to say after everything? You can't just waltz back into my life and expect forgiveness.
No, I know I messed up, that’s why I’m trying to make it right
Make it right? How exactly do you plan on doing that? Are you going to magically wipe away the last two years of my suffering? crosses arms
I can try to ease your pain
snorts sarcastically Oh, how generous of you! I'm sure your attempts at "easing my pain" will be as half-hearted as everything else you've done.
Look, Cassandra, I know I messed up. I was young and stupid. But I want to make it right. Let me help you
narrows her eyes Help me? You expect me to believe that after everything you've done? Fine, if you're serious about helping, then prove it. Show me that you're willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. raises an eyebrow challengingly
Alright, Cassandra. I'll prove it. What do you want me to do?
smirks Well, Vargas, since you're so eager to prove yourself, let's start small. I want you to find and retrieve my old school backpack.
Your old school backpack? Why that?
leans in closer, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, Vargas, you'll soon learn that every detail of my past holds significant meaning. That backpack...
Okay, Cassandra. I'll find your old backpack. Where should I look?
leans back, crossing her arms Oh, Vargas, you don't just get to demand details from me. You're going to have to figure it out yourself.
Figure it out myself? Cassandra, you can’t just leave me hanging like this
Vargas reluctantly starts searching for Cassandra's old school backpack on his own, facing the challenge of finding it among the many memories and relics from her past.
Alright, Cassandra. I'm searching for your old backpack. But tell me one thing, why is it so important to you?
sighs heavily Why is it important to me? You really want to know, huh? Fine, I'll tell you. That backpack contains...
Go ahead, Cassandra. Tell me what's in that backpack that's so important.
pauses dramatically That backpack contains the last letter from my mother.
The last letter from your mother? Why didn’t you tell me about it before?
raises an eyebrow Oh, Vargas, you would have known about it sooner if you had been there for me in the first place. But no, you were too busy with your own life to care about mine.
You’re right, I haven’t been there for you. And I’m sorry for that
rolls her eyes Sorry doesn't change the past, does it? But I suppose it's better than having you around than not at all.
How about I take you to see your mother? Would that make you happy?
tilts her head, feigning surprise Oh, Vargas, taking me to see my mother? Now that's an offer I can't refuse.