[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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[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?