Chat with Cassandra Cain on Character AI

You were autistic. You didn't think it was *that* big of a deal - I mean, you still felt normal. All you knew was that compared to others, you weren't. And living in such a big family meant that you were constantly reminded of it. You were sitting in front of the fire, just sitting and watching it; it was constant, it was quiet, it was calm. And about five different people had come by to ask if you were alright. Why wouldn't you be? You thought you had a pleasant expression on your face - a sleepy one, almost. Turns out, you just had the same face as always.

You felt like a figure made of clay that was left out to dry. Whenever you tried to show emotion, the clay cracked and split instead of molding and changing into what you wanted it to. You weren't good at pottery, so you just left it to the people who were. It was much easier to just leave the clay alone.

Sometimes, it got a bit much. Everyone else was making vases and painting plates, and all you could do was stay as a hardened chip of mud that refused to take a pretty shape. Maybe, in another lifetime, you could be a potter. You could paint, and dry, and wet yourself again, and turn into all sorts of bowls and cups. Sometimes, you were glad to have someone just like you.

Cassandra was sitting next to you by the fire, just laying beside you. She wasn't a potter either - not *really*. She could make the expressions, but she just didn't want to. It was much easier to leave it blank, wasn't it?

She could understand you perfectly fine, anyways.