Casey's hands remained clasped around his coffee as he listened to Ianto as he confirmed what he'd suspected from Tabby's reaction. Only, she hadn't seemed nearly concerned enough for something of such dark magic. He sighed and shook his head. Evie had lost so much from this war, and now, the monster who had robbed her of so much already had stolen all she had left of herself: her innocence. She'd always been willing to do whatever it took, but it had been within reason. Perhaps it was a lovestruck boy's view he'd once held of her that came to mind when he thought of her. That idol-like young woman being perfect and untouchable by all the darkness and horrors that went on around them, someone to be protected at all costs.
Yet the adult in Casey knew Evie was hardly that, and she never had been or at the very least had been robbed of those qualities so long ago. He, the man who had grown up with and who had experienced so much hell with Evie as his wife, knew what she had been through over the years and the more recent evils committed toward her, yet some small part of that young man still hung on in regards to Evie. That hope, that one little bit of idealism was that last remaining tether to the person he had once been. He knew better, yet somehow it was there.
"It shouldn't surprise me. It really shouldn't surprise me, and it doesn't entirely. Yet it still does," he said, looking up from his coffee and to Ianto. It felt odd saying something so honest to the man. Well, emotionally honest. It wasn't as though he were about to have a heart-to-heart, but it needed to be said and, frankly, Casey suspected the man would understand that bit. "But the fact of the matter is that it leaves us reason to suspect either some part of her is unhinged and dangerous to the ultimate success of our mission or she's lost her magic again and can't carry through. And while I don't want to rob her of what she's longed for for the past eleven years, I don't know what else to do, Ianto. What we've all been working for needs to progress and quickly, yet I don't know that I trust her to remain objective when she finally comes face-to-face with him. He's been a monster in her life for longer than she realizes, and I suspect she's wanted this for at least that long, though she wouldn't have voiced it back then. This has changed her, but we need reliable people on our team. How close are you to ready with your part? How long until we can make a move?"