Meeting Casimir' associates was always a most dreadful ordeal. Each and every one of them seemed to look at her with hungry eyes, as though it might be reasonable to carve her up and eat her. It was hard to keep a stone face when every bit of her insides shook with terror. She fled, once. Casimir tore her open and exposed her organs to the air, asked if they still shook then.
We have a meeting with the Cat tonight. Bringing myself to meet with him is terrifying, to act the way I do in the face of someone so powerful. I know I'll want to press my face to the ground, be humble, to play submissive. The instinct to survive is so much stronger than the need to keep this cover. But keeping this cover is survival. Look at how they talk about Sari, Sorry however it is you spell his name. The tremere Anti. They shout names, curses, and prejudices. What if they knew that really, he and I weren't much different?
Tonight we are going to go, as a pack. Even through the flames of hell, we walk hand and hand.
Literally.
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