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Fuck.

[Camille grits her teeth in a sour grin, shaking her head.]

And of course it's up to us to fix everything. All while waiting out our own personal doomsday.

[allomantic]

Not very surprising.

[there's not a lot of disappointment in her tone - more resignation.]

We'll do what we need to.

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[What she'd like to do is find the head of the operation and wring their neck. She's not a violent person but she's at her limit.

At least she's got the wherewithal to keep that to herself. Camille hums in acquiescence, the note sour and thoughtful at once.]

I guess now we know the real reason this is getting stretched out to eight weeks.

[allomantic]

Maybe it makes it more entertaining for them, anyways.

[gross!]