Cass was still reeling from what Zordon had told her, she was the white ranger? Pure of heart? How on earth did any of that make sense? She was a weapon, born and raised to hurt. But here she was, surrounded by a team, a family. And being told by some alien life force thing that she was deserving of being the White Ranger? It was all just too much.

Cass couldn't comprehend it, why was she deserving? She had decided to mull it over with a run, it had started off short but then it'd turned into almost two hours worth of exercise. When she got back to the command center she could feel your eyes boring into her, daring her to explain where she'd been, "Needed to clear my head" she waved her hand around her head in a vague gesture