[it just seems wrong to trouble her with it when camille's already gone through something so difficult, due to choices vin's made.]
...We gained access to that cabinet by doing what we did to you. It seemed cruel not to use it to bring you back in turn. But regardless, you can drop whatever you'd like.
[It would seem cruel. And in turn, cruel of her not to think of it herself. If I'd gone down there after, I could have brought one of them back?
Cloud barrels to the forefront of her mind again, furious, fighting. Unyielding to the last, even with the medicine turning his every move sluggish. Yuffie, in tears. Yuffie stone faced, demanding every last detail from her, memorializing her friend's final moments.
Camille looks away. There's an inescapable urge to cry now, and she doesn't know Vin well enough to let it happen. She blinks rapidly, evens her breathing.]
I think, with the time you had, and what little we knew, you did the right thing. [She nods. Meets her eyes again as she pulls at the sleeves of her sweater.] I just don't...I suppose I've got to make the most of it now. It's the least I can do.
[Well. There you go. One less thing to kick her own ass over.]
Then I guess that's that. [She doesn't know what to say to the rest. She can try, yes. With what meagre skill she has to offer, she can do her damnedest, or continue backsliding into old habits to cope.
None of this is useful to say now. We'll see about tomorrow when it comes.]
What, you didn't want to check in with the woman you were plotting to kill? [It's half a joke. She hopes it translates.] It's fine. It's drastic times, you need drastic measures.
[Though I'd have told you to resurrect one of the kids instead.]
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[it just seems wrong to trouble her with it when camille's already gone through something so difficult, due to choices vin's made.]
...We gained access to that cabinet by doing what we did to you. It seemed cruel not to use it to bring you back in turn. But regardless, you can drop whatever you'd like.
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Cloud barrels to the forefront of her mind again, furious, fighting. Unyielding to the last, even with the medicine turning his every move sluggish. Yuffie, in tears. Yuffie stone faced, demanding every last detail from her, memorializing her friend's final moments.
Camille looks away. There's an inescapable urge to cry now, and she doesn't know Vin well enough to let it happen. She blinks rapidly, evens her breathing.]
I think, with the time you had, and what little we knew, you did the right thing. [She nods. Meets her eyes again as she pulls at the sleeves of her sweater.] I just don't...I suppose I've got to make the most of it now. It's the least I can do.
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[It feels kinder to tell her.]
I hope you do. But... I don't want you to feel too pressured. It's not as though we asked for your input on any of this.
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[Well. There you go. One less thing to kick her own ass over.]
Then I guess that's that. [She doesn't know what to say to the rest. She can try, yes. With what meagre skill she has to offer, she can do her damnedest, or continue backsliding into old habits to cope.
None of this is useful to say now. We'll see about tomorrow when it comes.]
What, you didn't want to check in with the woman you were plotting to kill? [It's half a joke. She hopes it translates.] It's fine. It's drastic times, you need drastic measures.
[Though I'd have told you to resurrect one of the kids instead.]
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I just... hope you don't feel guilty about anything that happened. None of it was your fault or your decision.