"I suppose you could say that," Cassius agreed taking down another to mouthfuls of his drink.
What he wanted to forget was how meaningless his life seemed to be. He had it all. He had money, slaves, power, and strength and yet he had nothing. He no friends, or drinking buddies, or even people who at least pretended to be his friends because he was rich. Red Sun was actually the closest thing to a friend that he has. He also could still not get rid of that moment of her falling into his arms.