Okay. [Willing herself to relax leads to mixed results. Hard to chill out after a weekend like that.] I couldn't blame you if you did. I'm shocked they lowered the veil on me at all.
...Yeah. [The bitch of it all was how little that was going to matter in a few days. Camille scrubs at her hair, flipping the part back into place, clearing it away from her face.] Thank you. For what it's worth.
[What is there left to say? Camille looks around, a little helplessly.]
Have you been doing all right? You weren't one of the ones Aqua caught with the sword, were you?
[The expression is brief, well-contained. Camille catches it anyway.
It breaks her heart a little. So many of these people are so damnably young. Even if they've been living fantastic and dangerous lives before, that's no excuse to compound their miseries. They shouldn't be in those situations at all.
But then, who wants to be mollycoddled by this week's guillotine escapee?]
There's no real peaceful way to go, frankly. Even dying of old age is a drag, slow shut down of pieces of you with no real say of what goes and when.
Still...I'm very sorry, Vin. That you had to confront her. And Nona, too.
[More besides, in the future. One week after another.]
Yeah, well. A person can handle losing a lot of blood in one go. Doesn't mean that they have to put up with it.
[There's a difference.
Meanwhile, how is she? Camille huffs, tucking hair behind her ear.]
Facing an existential quandary beyond my imagining? Oh yeah. [She smiles. It's not a reassuring one, but it's the best she's got for now.] I don't feel any untoward urges now. Maybe I can take comfort in that for a few days. Otherwise...
Well. I'm talking to the Overseers. Hoping they get back to me soon.
[cries in vacation if this is too late feel free to drop it]
You went through something difficult. [it wasn't her that killed someone - she's as much a victim in this as anyone.] What are you going to ask them? If there's some kind of cure?
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[when she notices her tensing up, she breathes a little sigh, but quickly enough:]
I'm not going to hurt you.
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Okay. [Willing herself to relax leads to mixed results. Hard to chill out after a weekend like that.] I couldn't blame you if you did. I'm shocked they lowered the veil on me at all.
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[and that's said pretty sincerely.]
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[What is there left to say? Camille looks around, a little helplessly.]
Have you been doing all right? You weren't one of the ones Aqua caught with the sword, were you?
[She missed a fair bit of that.]
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[a little sigh.]
And if she did... Well. I should have been more careful when bringing up my suspicions.
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[She looks to her feet, gut churning.]
I know Robin took care of her, but...did she come to at the end? At least?
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[a little bit regretfully. she thinks she could have handled it better.]
She did. She... let Robin drown her.
[it's not a happy ending, but there's a bit of relief that she died as herself, as always.]
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[The expression is brief, well-contained. Camille catches it anyway.
It breaks her heart a little. So many of these people are so damnably young. Even if they've been living fantastic and dangerous lives before, that's no excuse to compound their miseries. They shouldn't be in those situations at all.
But then, who wants to be mollycoddled by this week's guillotine escapee?]
There's no real peaceful way to go, frankly. Even dying of old age is a drag, slow shut down of pieces of you with no real say of what goes and when.
Still...I'm very sorry, Vin. That you had to confront her. And Nona, too.
[More besides, in the future. One week after another.]
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I didn't have to confront either of them. I could have turned away. But I did it because I could handle it. So... I wouldn't worry about me.
What about you? Are you...
["are you alright" seems foolish, but the sentiment is there.]
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Yeah, well. A person can handle losing a lot of blood in one go. Doesn't mean that they have to put up with it.
[There's a difference.
Meanwhile, how is she? Camille huffs, tucking hair behind her ear.]
Facing an existential quandary beyond my imagining? Oh yeah. [She smiles. It's not a reassuring one, but it's the best she's got for now.] I don't feel any untoward urges now. Maybe I can take comfort in that for a few days. Otherwise...
Well. I'm talking to the Overseers. Hoping they get back to me soon.
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You went through something difficult. [it wasn't her that killed someone - she's as much a victim in this as anyone.] What are you going to ask them? If there's some kind of cure?