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Survival was not enjoyment, like eating scraps when there was nothing else to feast on. It was validation enough that he had been successful in reining her in, but it did not answer his query as to why despite what he offered her, she still scorned the very sight of him. “Then why do you push me away?” He looks to her, a slow burn in his eyes. Perhaps a part of him understands why she detests him so, for he had imprisoned her once. Abducted her from a life she had known, he had irreparably changed her for better or worse. But in that same breath, he had brought her a new identity. The fact remained that Cassiopeia would not be Cassiopeia without him. Why did she not see it from his point of view, he could not seem to gather. Nor could he truly understand why to this day, she greeted him with hostility instead of welcoming, for his supposed 'shortcomings' had always worked in her favour at the base of what they were.