[Her carving feels small and groundless. Or perhaps it is a base. The fantastic has to build off mundanity, and where Camille cuts at herself for comfort, Marina cuts at herself to live. To kill. Her father — who she had the vague impression of being a sacrosanct piece of shit — manifests as a more literal pain in the ass.
In a gut-churning display of Cronenberg revelry, the father makes his own daughter a vessel. And she's still alive for it, mangled. Desperate and dying.
Camille cuts loose of the vision with preloaded tears. The jump from her last jab to Marina sawing at herself is a new kind of torture.
Wordless, she looks to the girl. Stretches, takes her body and pulls it into hers. Her cheeks are wet and her head is swimming.
they are such a fun and upbeat pair
In a gut-churning display of Cronenberg revelry, the father makes his own daughter a vessel. And she's still alive for it, mangled. Desperate and dying.
Camille cuts loose of the vision with preloaded tears. The jump from her last jab to Marina sawing at herself is a new kind of torture.
Wordless, she looks to the girl. Stretches, takes her body and pulls it into hers. Her cheeks are wet and her head is swimming.
But they are alive.
Alive.
Alive.]