Daddy. It wasn't the words that made Cassandra tense but the way the girl looked at him, the way the Little Sister looked at her daddy like he was everything. Like he could look after her, protect her, teach her, keep her safe... she remembered that feeling. She remembered looking at Cain like that, she remembered wanting to make angels of her own for him. She remembered the horror in their eyes as she, no bigger than the Little Sister's, killed the man that Daddy had told her to.
Holding up her hand to hold in place, she pressed her fingers to her lips to indicate silence. They were fine, they wouldn't do anything as long as no one attacked or touched the Little Sister. She should free them, she should but they had a job to do and 'Daddy' would protect the little girl.
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Date: 2013-06-14 08:29 am (UTC)Holding up her hand to hold in place, she pressed her fingers to her lips to indicate silence. They were fine, they wouldn't do anything as long as no one attacked or touched the Little Sister. She should free them, she should but they had a job to do and 'Daddy' would protect the little girl.