Everyone needs to breathe, it was a simple fact of life. No matter how powerful they are, how rich they are, or how much they think they are above others. A simple fact of life is that everyone breathes.
It was what made Cassius' job so easy. Anywhere air could go, Cassius could go. What could stop a man who could turn himself into gas? If someone needed to breathe, then he could get to them.
It made sneaking into this gaudy mansion, beneath an even more gaudy statue, such simplicity. No one thought much about a window barely cracked open, it didn't open wide enough for a person to climb through so what did it matter? But it was the perfect gateway for Cassius.
It was why he had volunteered for this mission instead of allowing the precious Tiff to risk herself trying to sneak in. At least, it was one of the reasons. He might have been given orders from the sandman to investigate, but he had orders from a higher power too.
