Everything might have been salvaged, if that knife had stayed in. Lucrezia could have called for help, the blood loss could be reversed, doctors could have fixed her neck and that gaping bullet wound on her chest. She even manages a weak smile as she looks up at Lucrezia, golden hair blurry but still pretty as ever.

There's so much red on her though, and Cass raises a hand to try to brush some of it off just as Lucrezia pulls the blade from her throat. Her eyes widen, lips barely forming the word no but now it really is too late. That little bit of hope gone because Lucrezia was just trying to help.

She was so tired before but now she has nothing left, all of her strength floods out of her with each beat of her heart. Lucrezia still looks like an angel as she fades away, pretty blonde hair.

It's always pretty blonde hair and arms wrapped around her when she dies, Cass thinks to herself as she lets her eyes close, finally goes still. Pretty blonde hair and she winds up in the arms of someone she loves, to take her to the other side. There are worse ways to go, really.