But just then Joy spoke harshly again.
"Don't think that just because of this...you're off the hook yet, Young Master Cassius. Or that you're free to do whatever you want."
The tone was enough to make even the maids flinch. Cassius raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching as he looked back at her.
Joy continued.
"I might not have been able to determine the color of your soul. I still don't even know if your soul has a color at all. But…" She exhaled weakly, placing a hand to her chest. "Even though my own soul is damaged right now and needs time to recover...I managed to bring a piece of you back with me."
The maids gasped, several nuns exchanged alarmed whispers. Cassius's brow twitched slightly.
"As long as I unravel it." Joy went on. "I'll be able to understand what sort of man you truly are. I'll see glimpses of your past...your nature...and then, we'll know the truth."
Hearing this, Cassius winced inwardly, though his expression stayed outwardly calm.
