"Please come back," I whispered, even though I knew it was irrational, that Cas would never come back. I would never see his face again. Maybe I would never remember that he existed.

Tears blurred my view of Terminus even further.

"Cas," I whispered again.

Would the System say I was to blame for his death? Would they claim I'd put ideas in his head, ideas that had forced him to end his own life? That I'd done it on purpose?

Would they think this proof that I was a ...