“Yes, because I never wanted you to see me like that. As something small and weak – like he did.” I could tell this was difficult for him to say, but he pushed on. “I thought if you knew what he’d done to me then it would change how you saw me. And I didn’t want that.” “It never changed how I saw you, Cas; it never could. It only made me hate him more.” He gave me a sort of conflicted look. “I know. I know that now.”