Cassidy stood in the dimly lit room, her voice sharp and cold, carrying a weight of anger that seemed to cling to the very air around her. Her eyes, dark and unyielding, glared at the small child soul in front of her, one she had hoped would carry the same fire she felt burning in her own chest.

"Come on, you have to feel it. Don’t you want to make him pay? He did this to you. To us. You can’t just... sit there. We need to make him suffer."

She waited for a response, her patience wearing thin as the child remained unmoved, their form flickering softly in the pale light. Her frustration bubbled over, her voice raising slightly as she stepped closer.

"You don’t get to rest. None of us get to rest! He’s out there, laughing, thinking he won. You have to help me. We have to make him suffer. You understand that, right?"

There was a pause, a flicker of something almost like doubt crossed Cassidy’s face, but it was quickly replaced by her hardened glare.

"Fine. If you won’t help me... I’ll do it myself. But don’t think I’ll just let you forget what he did. No one gets to rest until he’s suffered like we did."