[ she pulls away slightly, and the material of her outfit today is enough that she just has to undo the ribbon at her throat and unbutton one or two buttons on her shirt, peeling away the fabric to show a symbol, carved in, but since healed near the front of her shoulder. the very one her body had forced her to carve into herself. ]
No, I understand. Though — they might be able to shed some light on what it means for you to be here. Or what might happen if...
[No. Not now. Camille swallows, brushes a hair behind the young woman's ear.]
I don't understand these things. Nothing like it where I'm from. But if I can help you, or you want to talk, what the fuck else do I have to do around here?
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[ she pulls away slightly, and the material of her outfit today is enough that she just has to undo the ribbon at her throat and unbutton one or two buttons on her shirt, peeling away the fabric to show a symbol, carved in, but since healed near the front of her shoulder. the very one her body had forced her to carve into herself. ]
This thing.
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Her eyes flick up again, searching Marina's.]
Have you talked to Laudna about this? Or Gale?
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I don't want to come back as... that. I think I'm better off as I am, whatever happens to me.
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[No. Not now. Camille swallows, brushes a hair behind the young woman's ear.]
I don't understand these things. Nothing like it where I'm from. But if I can help you, or you want to talk, what the fuck else do I have to do around here?