[Being like her or being like what Cassel thinks she's like? Daneca has to wonder even if she doesn't ask him aloud. She doesn't quite understand the pedestal that Cassel's placed her upon. Even though he's seen behind the curtain, saw a side to her that she kept locked away as tightly as possible, he still sees her as this paragon of virtue or something.]

[She folds her arms loosely around herself, shuffling in an uncharacteristically awkward fashion, glancing at the floor.]

I'm not superhuman, Cassel. I mean, I'm not...

[As good or as perfect as you think I am.]

[She shakes her head a little.]

I'm not a bad person. I don't think anyway. But neither are you. And you can help people. You understand some things that not many people do.