"What else is there to discuss? We have been brought here for only one purpose. Or so I have been told."

Cassandra firmly looked out the window, viewing the city beyond, and it does a great deal for her urge to bite her own tongue off. I mean to kill them all would hardly suit for their spymasters to hear. No matter how terribly satisfying it would be to say it out-loud. She had had some time to consider it, and if lying was the first step in freedom, than surely the Maker would allow her later penance. If she could stomach the act long enough to reach such freedom.