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mintacle · 1 year

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I can definitely see the bases of Cass and deontology but I’d be really interested in more analysis if you have time!

Not gonna comment on whether or not I have time, but am I still doing this? Yes. Yes I am.

Deontology is Kant's philosophical theory on morality. Kant believes that we have to treat everyone with respect and human dignity because everyone has the faculties of reason. You respect other's people autonomy and will based on the fact that they have reason and you cannot decide for them what is best for them, and they are allowed to reason for themselves. (Yes, this is a bit problematic when it comes to intellectual disabilities. I'm not going to delve too deep into it on this post, but the ableism of deontology needs to be discussed and solved.)

This means that a deontologist is not allowed to weigh one life against the other or even one life against many. You have to respect the other person's right to live just as you respect the other people. You can not decide for them. So Cass is very strongly against the idea of killing anyone ever, which is not really because she believes that people can get better, but because seeing the pain and anguish of someone dying has filled her so much with the resolve that you just don't do that to another person. Deontology is not about thinking of the effects of your actions (Will this cause more pain or less in the future?), it's about doing the right thing yourself, simply to have done the right thing. You act in the moraly right way and trust that other people will too. But punishment is ok when someone has not acted morally since as a reasonable person they too are aware that they acted wrongly.

This is by no means a whole explanation of deotology but I also really don’t know how I would do that in less than at least five pages, so only mentioned the parts I think matter for Cass.

For her personal code I believe Cass follows a positive law approach just as Bruce does, since she too understands the weight of the symbol of the bat and prioritizes embodying those virtues. She will do everything she can to be there where needed and be the truest personification of heroism she can. She does have absolute laws about right and wrongs and I would in general say that Cass is very reliable and predictable in her opinion. And that’s a good thing for a hero! You don’t want a civillian who feels that they cannot asses whether you will really help them or not. She will always help. And she will always be true to the meaning of the bat symbol.

#cassandra cain #ask answered #I'm a bit unsure about making a post on cass since I just started reading batgirl #so if I really misunderstood somthing its ok to let me know! I might want to edit the post then.#thx for the ask!#I'm still gonna elaborate on Dick and Jason too because I want to but that might happen tomorrow

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rosanna-writer · 11 months

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i've been the archer, i've been the prey

Day 6 of @gwynweekofficial is Future, so here's a little post-ACOSF ficlet that features Feyre teaching Gwyn archery after the Blood Rite.

Full fic is under the cut or here on AO3.

Gwyn wasn't sure why her High Lady winnowed them to the woods. And when they arrived outside a cabin, with a target nearby and a bow, quiver, wrist guards, and arrows already set out, she was only more unsure what Feyre had planned.

Maybe she'd read Gwyn's thoughts, or maybe the confusion was just plain on Gwyn's face, because Feyre said, "Nesta told me everything about the Blood Rite. Not teaching you archery was a massive oversight, and Cassian and Azriel should have known better."

Gwyn's hand drifted to where the arrow had been buried in her thigh, even though there was no remaining sign of the injury. "High Lady—"

"Just Feyre please," Feyre said with a smile.

"Feyre," Gwyn said experimentally. Even if Feyre had requested it, calling her High Lady by her first name still felt disrespectful. She might never get used to it. "I don't see what that has to do with you."

Feyre's smile disappeared. "Nesta never told you?"

"She said her sister taught her to shoot a long time ago."

An expression flickered across Feyre's face at that, one Gwyn didn't know her well enough to read. There was more to the story than what Nesta had told her, that was certain.

"My ability to shoot kept me alive for years. It kept Nesta alive, too. Now I'm teaching you."

"But why just me?" Emerie didn't know any more about using a bow than Gwyn did. None of the Valkyries did.

"I plan to teach all the Valkyries myself, don't worry. But since you were shot recently, I thought you might like some privacy while you get used to it."

Gwyn blinked in surprise. She'd hardly ever said more than a handful of words to the High Lady, and with a new baby on top of running the court, Feyre must have been busier than ever.

"Thank you, but you don't have to go through so much trouble just for me."

"I don't have to," Feyre agreed, surprising her with the bluntness, though something about it reminded Gwyn just a bit of Nesta. "But you're my sister's chosen sister, one of us now. If you learn to shoot, it's going to be from the best shot in the family."

Gwyn had always respected Feyre. But that was when Gwyn decided she liked her.

"Best shot in the family?" Gwyn said, a smile playing on her lips and her tone making the challenge clear.

Feyre slung the quiver over a shoulder, slipped on the wrist guard, and picked up the bow. "Not that you'll see me complain if you overtake me one day."

Before Gwyn could tell her it was a when and not an if, Feyre winnowed herself about fifty meters away from the target. As she set her feet and squared her shoulders, Gwyn could see the warrior in her. Gwyn had mostly known Feyre as an expectant mother and a kindhearted ruler. Just like everyone else, she'd heard the stories about the Cursebreaker, the Defender of the Rainbow, but on the occasions they'd met, it had been difficult to reconcile that with the female in front of her. Gwyn could see it now, though.

Feyre nocked an arrow and let it fly. Bullseye. She did the same thing two more times, then winnowed back to Gwyn, looking solemn.

"I can shoot like that because my life depended on it once. If I never pick up a bow again, I won't miss it. But if your life ever depends on it, I want you to have the best chance you can," Feyre said, holding out the bow for her.

Gwyn took it. "Thank you."

Feyre snapped her fingers, and the arrows lodged in the target reappeared in the quiver. She slipped the quiver off her shoulders and put it around Gwyn's, then handed her the wrist guard.

Feyre started with showing Gwyn how to plant her feet the correct distance apart and get her shoulders at a perfect right angle to the target. Her teaching style didn't have any of the cocky banter Gwyn associated with Cass and Az, but like them, Feyre was patient. And more than that, she was open about her own bad habits and how Gwyn could avoid falling into the same traps.

Gwyn expected that the lesson would end quickly, that Feyre would have to go back to her duties as High Lady before long. But they kept at it until Gwyn was at least hitting the target somewhere every single time. The sun was starting to set when they finished.

"I'll grab the target, if you don't mind hanging up the bow," Feyre said, pushing the door to the cabin open with a gentle, night-kissed wind.

"Of course," Gwyn said, then scooped it up along with the quiver.

The sight of the inside of the cabin made her freeze in the threshold. She'd assumed it was some sort of safe house, a hiding place in the mountains. But it was cozy. And beyond that, the walls were covered in paintings. Gwyn spotted several sets of eyes above one doorway. She didn't recognize all of them, but Cassian's and Azriel's seemed to be among them.

Feyre came in with the target and closed the door behind her, smiling at the sight of Gwyn taking it all in. "This cabin's been in the family for years. I did all the paintings, except for the stick figures. Those were Mor."

This was a private place, Gwyn realized. They could have used any clearing in the forest to practice, but Feyre had specifically chosen to share something with her today. "Why did you bring me here?"

"I thought you might want to see what it looked like before Cassian and I cover it with Solstice decorations. I was going to bring Emerie too, but Mor insisted on being the one to do that," Feyre said with a smile.

It was a horribly roundabout way of asking Gwyn to join them for the holidays, but from what Nesta had told her, Gwyn knew the Archeron family had more than its fair share of rough edges. Gwyn didn't mind. "If you need a hand with putting up those decorations, I'm happy to help."

Feyre set down the target, then held out a hand so she could winnow them home. "We're glad to have you, Gwyn."

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