( Cassandra stares at her cup of tea as though it has personally wronged her, because it is too difficult to look Mahanon in the eyes as he makes his admission. Still, she is not cruel enough to not gather her strength and properly see him as she replies, brows raised and mouth curled in confusion. )

What do you mean, you are not their Inquisitor? There is only one of you. ( But then a possibility comes to mind and she gasps quite before she can stop herself. )

No - you mean in their timelines, the survivor of the Conclave was someone else?