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[He'd like to say there won't be. But there's no way of knowing, especially here. He loves the Barge, it's his home, but there's always someone angry. Always someone trying to get revenge, even if it's misplaced, and floods and breaches and ports. No way of predicting.]

[It's times like these that Cassel really does hate what he is, for how it can be used against other people.]

[He looks up with a touch of surprise when James gets up to go. The gesture of comfort is brusque and shocking in its unfamiliarity. This is what fathers do, he thinks, and ducks his head.]

I'll come out before then. I promise.