[Camille listens, attentive. The furrow between her brow is lightly perplexed but the tight line of her lip is heavily mortified.]
So, ten years. Ten years of being in a black abyss? [Her head shakes in horror.] How did you not lose your mind? What about your friend, did you get them out?
[It's beyond the scope of her imagination. The best she can equate it to is falling into a deep crevice, somewhere distant in the mountains. Leg stuck or broken, dead phone, not a soul nearby. Even that's not quite right. Maybe a captive in a dungeon, without even a guard to sneer at you as he drops off your daily slop.
It's horrifying. Thinking about the hours inching by, dripping into days and ghoulish years. Camille is very quiet.
She reaches out. Takes the other girl's hand, light and soft.]
I guess any escape is a good one at that point. [I'm sorry.] You're a stronger person than most, bearing through all that alone.
[And now it's her turn. Camille grimaces, eyes flitting down.]
...Well. One was killed. The other became a killer.
[ her smile is small but appreciative, and she wraps her hand around camille's.
her grip then tightens, as the following words evoke the feeling of ice creeping down her spine. her eyes widen slightly—despite having seen the words on her, the context is somehow worse than she could've imagined.
there's losing a loved one to accidents, to natural catastrophy... but this is different. malicious.
she's just quiet for a moment, letting the terrible weight of that sink in, and she brushes her thumb across the back of camille's hand. ]
[Camille squeezes back. Her eyes are still elsewhere, voice as distant as her stare.]
My editor Curry and his wife laid out the welcome mat for me. Moved in with them a year ago to get my act together, and they've been nothing but saints to me since.
[ she repeats, expression soft. she's glad there are people there for camille, though she has to wonder what other scars haven't been made apparent by the ink, yet.
and a year is not that long, but aqua genuinely hopes it's been kind to her, given all that she's lost. ]
...They're probably worried sick about you. You must miss them, too.
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I fell into the Realm of Darkness to save my friend. I've been stuck there ever since... Until I made it here.
[ also sorry this is retconning timelines a bit because she technically told camille this during the mini event, but ]
When I mentioned I was older than I looked, that's what I meant.
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So, ten years. Ten years of being in a black abyss? [Her head shakes in horror.] How did you not lose your mind? What about your friend, did you get them out?
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I can't say I ever wanted to come here of all places, but in some ways I'm lucky I did.
[ she only thinks this because it's w0 monday ]
...I was able to save him from being trapped with me, but he's gone missing.
[ she takes a pause. that's enough kh for now. ]
But what about you? What happened to your sisters...?
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It's horrifying. Thinking about the hours inching by, dripping into days and ghoulish years. Camille is very quiet.
She reaches out. Takes the other girl's hand, light and soft.]
I guess any escape is a good one at that point. [I'm sorry.] You're a stronger person than most, bearing through all that alone.
[And now it's her turn. Camille grimaces, eyes flitting down.]
...Well. One was killed. The other became a killer.
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her grip then tightens, as the following words evoke the feeling of ice creeping down her spine. her eyes widen slightly—despite having seen the words on her, the context is somehow worse than she could've imagined.
there's losing a loved one to accidents, to natural catastrophy... but this is different. malicious.
she's just quiet for a moment, letting the terrible weight of that sink in, and she brushes her thumb across the back of camille's hand. ]
...I'm so sorry.
Have you had to bear that alone, too?
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[Camille squeezes back. Her eyes are still elsewhere, voice as distant as her stare.]
My editor Curry and his wife laid out the welcome mat for me. Moved in with them a year ago to get my act together, and they've been nothing but saints to me since.
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[ she repeats, expression soft. she's glad there are people there for camille, though she has to wonder what other scars haven't been made apparent by the ink, yet.
and a year is not that long, but aqua genuinely hopes it's been kind to her, given all that she's lost. ]
...They're probably worried sick about you. You must miss them, too.