Complicated is one word for it, she supposes. Cassandra finds herself momentarily nonplussed by the question. She understands curses, and desperate people. She even understands being taken from one world to another, in a way she would not have before the rifters began appearing. But how can one world not be real?

"I want to hear the truth," she says, and leans forward, eyes narrowing as she tries to discern what she is being told. "Which of your worlds is the true one?"