Damion saw, in Cassia's eyes, a great sorrow, a great pain that stung her to her very core and affected the kind of person that she was. However, he also got a small feeling, from a tiny spark that remained behind the dulness of defeat, that it wasn't too late to save her from that pain, that desire to give in to her anger and her hate. "My convictions? I merely wish to make this world a better place, I want to pick up where my old master left off..."