I think that she is about to prophesy about her own miseries. The divine gift still abides even in the soul of one enslaved. CassandraApollo, Apollo! God of the Ways, my destroyer! Ah, what way is this that you have brought me! To what a house! Chorus To that of Atreus’ sons. If you do not perceive this, I’ll tell it to you. And you shall not say that it is untrue.