I'm not disappointed in him. I mean, not just disappointed.

[She's disgusted. But she can't say she is aloud because it's so outside what she always thought herself capable of thinking of other people.]

Workers in our world are looked at as criminals. It doesn't matter what they do. That's just the way it is.

I've never looked at anyone like that. I always thought that no matter the person's circumstances, no matter what they did, they can be more than that. And I thought that way about Cassel for a really long time. Even after he ran away, I still thought that he still had enough good in him that he would always do the right thing in the end.

[Daneca is not good at bluffing or hiding what she's thinking and feeling. Her voice is shakier and she can feel the wetness in her eyes.]

What his brothers did to him is unforgivable. But what he did to Barron? To me? I can't just look the other way and pretend like it doesn't mean anything. Like it doesn't change anything.

I know he's a different person here than who I knew and he's grown up so much, but... I can't. I can't look at him and see what I saw before. I can't just see a boy who was lost and confused and just wanted to matter. I can't trust him to be there and to put me first over himself like a friend should. I can't see someone who cared about anything or anyone other than himself. I wish I could, but...

[She shakes her head.]

I can't forgive him. Not this time. It's too much.

And he knows that.