That wasn't hers to be sorry for. It occurred to him, though, she may not be sorry for it, so much as sorry because of it. He still felt like he'd said too much. Maybe he should just keep his mouth shut about things that were long over now, things that were his own problem. He wondered, briefly, what kind of spellcaster she'd be, if she had magic, but as strange as the Goth family was, maybe he'd let that one alone for now. Then, she'd be just like every other Goth woman, hmm? Every damn one had her secrets, sometimes too many, but if she was dormant then she was safe from whatever kept setting the ancient blood on fire.
If, someday, he had to save Cassandra from an Inferniate that'd engulfed her house or something, he was never going to stop kicking himself in the ass. He could teach her, of course, but the only thing he was good at was untamed magic and some practical. Granted, mediumship and clairvoyance fell under untamed. If one wanted to get technical, untamed was her birthright, but it was also a curse.
Ezio couldn't even save Morgyn. If Cassandra got in over her head, he probably wouldn't be able to help her, either. No, it was best not to even go there.
Oh, he knew that. Of course, it was probably not normal to know someone's name just by looking at them. He didn't spend a lot of time in Willow Creek, but he'd seen her occasionally in passing. She used to have pigtails, he remembered that too. Was that creepy? Maybe that was a little creepy. "Nice to meet you," he said, as if he had no idea what her name was. "There's always light in the dark, though. That's how light and dark work. They look different, see, but they're not really different at all. Even when the night is at its darkest, there's light somewhere, if one only bothers to see it." Sometimes it was hard, sure. Nothing worth anything ever was easy.
But the night was at its darkest just before the sun began to rise. Maybe that was a weird way of looking at it, but after a while, you either broke or you became stronger than that which tried to break you. Ezio couldn't turn his back on Morgyn when the idiot needed him, and if he'd broken, he wouldn't be here for Morgyn now. It sounded ridiculous, but that really was how it worked in his head.