[She is managing! Post swamp she has a mostly healed empty eye socket and a sexy bandage over it. She's been posting up in Tomi's old bed in the Haunted House, I think they are adopting her by force.
She may be lying down but she does smile for Robin when she comes. Downbeat but living.]
it's fine. she understands. it's better if people don't watch, she thinks, but they're forced to. ]
You don't have to say you're well or fine with it. You can say it's not fine because it isn't.
[ that's a truth. ]
People already knew it was her before you antagonized her. It isn't because of you. I understand you were emotional, but I thought you would understand what she was going through.
Honestly, I wasn't understanding much of anything at the time.
[She sighs, scrubbing a hand through her hair.]
I got spooked already with Daan, and the blood. He started getting cryptic with me and I couldn't handle the idea. And then listening to her, and realizing it might have been Rondo...God, there's no excuse, really. I'm not trying to make one. I wasn't thinking.
And it cost us all. Maybe she would have flipped anyway, maybe not. Too late to know now.
[There's a thickness in her throat. Camille grimaces. Looks to Robin, weary, wet-eyed.]
It doesn't count for much, but I am sorry. I didn't want to do that to her. Never her.
You don't have to apologize to me. It wasn't me you hurt.
[ it's not dismissive. she means it to gently guide camille from being too down on herself but also as a soft statement that others were visibly hurt more. ]
I never asked you how you felt after you arrived here. [ i have conflicting feelings about what they did and how they did it. ] But after all that and all that you've experienced, I would understand how overwhelmed you would be.
Meanwhile, Robin goes for another angle. Camille's gaze stays frozen on the floor, low-lidded. Conflicted is the word of the week, yeah. Plenty of people have told her the same.]
That might be more luxury than any of us can afford. [She smiles thinly.] I'm...doing it day by day. I don't know.
[Gotta "make the most of it". Or else.
What's a burnout like her going to do with a second shot at life? Especially here, where they're running out of time and dropping like flies?]
Well. I would have liked to never set foot here at all. But, um...
[She drifts off. Looking away. Working through something thick and miserable, clogging up her throat and thoughts alike. Finally, she admits.]
Staying dead would have been easier. But then it's...I didn't see anything. It was nothing.
And now we're getting letters from them, and I'm wondering what the hell happened. Whether it's real and if they're all right. [Whether Karlach will be. Whether Daan will. She wants to heave. That wetness lining her remaining eye drips to a tear and she blinks fast to fight it. Wipes it off fast. Sorry. One word, and then he was gone.] I'd hoped...if I had to go somewhere after, it would at least be familiar.
I'm not religious. There's no magic where I come from, just wishful thinking. I didn't want to die. Just, living here. Coming back to this.
[ in a lot of ways, this isn't surprising to hear, but that doesn't make it hurt less to hear. she closes her eyes and nods to show she's listening and opens her eyes to respond. ]
A fair trade for what?
[ she wants to fully understand what camille means instead of assuming she knows what she meant. ]
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the way i was going to clown on you for being alive and then we started doing it in the gc
She may be lying down but she does smile for Robin when she comes. Downbeat but living.]
What's going on?
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she comes to get a better look of the damage. ]
I wanted to see how you were doing. It's a toll, physically and emotionally.
none of my prospects were in the gy yet...............................(no)
Yeah, I guess you'd know. [Still feels awkward about missing it but also very glad she missed it.] I'm...
[Stares into the distance.]
Two of them gone today. I don't know.
[One by my hand, the other because of me.]
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it's fine. she understands. it's better if people don't watch, she thinks, but they're forced to. ]
You don't have to say you're well or fine with it. You can say it's not fine because it isn't.
[ that's a truth. ]
People already knew it was her before you antagonized her. It isn't because of you. I understand you were emotional, but I thought you would understand what she was going through.
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[She sighs, scrubbing a hand through her hair.]
I got spooked already with Daan, and the blood. He started getting cryptic with me and I couldn't handle the idea. And then listening to her, and realizing it might have been Rondo...God, there's no excuse, really. I'm not trying to make one. I wasn't thinking.
And it cost us all. Maybe she would have flipped anyway, maybe not. Too late to know now.
[There's a thickness in her throat. Camille grimaces. Looks to Robin, weary, wet-eyed.]
It doesn't count for much, but I am sorry. I didn't want to do that to her. Never her.
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[ it's not dismissive. she means it to gently guide camille from being too down on herself but also as a soft statement that others were visibly hurt more. ]
I never asked you how you felt after you arrived here. [ i have conflicting feelings about what they did and how they did it. ] But after all that and all that you've experienced, I would understand how overwhelmed you would be.
You barely had any time to process anything.
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[She's got a couple house calls to make.
Meanwhile, Robin goes for another angle. Camille's gaze stays frozen on the floor, low-lidded. Conflicted is the word of the week, yeah. Plenty of people have told her the same.]
That might be more luxury than any of us can afford. [She smiles thinly.] I'm...doing it day by day. I don't know.
[Gotta "make the most of it". Or else.
What's a burnout like her going to do with a second shot at life? Especially here, where they're running out of time and dropping like flies?]
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What did you want to happen? If you could have chosen?
[ instead of having both death and life sprung upon her? ]
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Well. I would have liked to never set foot here at all. But, um...
[She drifts off. Looking away. Working through something thick and miserable, clogging up her throat and thoughts alike. Finally, she admits.]
Staying dead would have been easier. But then it's...I didn't see anything. It was nothing.
And now we're getting letters from them, and I'm wondering what the hell happened. Whether it's real and if they're all right. [Whether Karlach will be. Whether Daan will. She wants to heave. That wetness lining her remaining eye drips to a tear and she blinks fast to fight it. Wipes it off fast. Sorry. One word, and then he was gone.] I'd hoped...if I had to go somewhere after, it would at least be familiar.
I'm not religious. There's no magic where I come from, just wishful thinking. I didn't want to die. Just, living here. Coming back to this.
Sometimes it doesn't seem like a fair trade.
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A fair trade for what?
[ she wants to fully understand what camille means instead of assuming she knows what she meant. ]