Cass had no idea where he was. He was lost.
Everything felt cold, hollow. The darkness surrounded him, held him, comforted him. It told him that he didn't need to think, didn't need to worry.
He was safe here.
Safe from thoughts. Safe from harm. Nothing could get him here.
But something was bothering him. There was something nagging at the back of all of this warmth and darkness. He couldn't place what it was, but it was disturbing him. It was trying to bring him out of this safe place. Out of this darkness that hid everything from him.
Cass didn't like it. He was fighting against it, actually. It felt like tendrils were trying to wrap around him. Pull him out from the darkness, out from the safety and comfort.
Why did he need to get out? What was the fucking point? He was just a parasite, taking over someone else's body and sapping the life out of them? If he was like this, he couldn't hurt anyone. No one had to suffer.
