[There's a streak of hurt. Which is silly, it should come as no surprise. The ground they stand on still feels shaky, and there's no profound bond between them to surpass it.
All the same, she doesn't want to budge.]
And what if the swamp fucks you up worse? Like it did Daan and Kanda?
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[She starts walking. It's a two-person endeavour now. End of discussion.]
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I want to be alone.
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All the same, she doesn't want to budge.]
And what if the swamp fucks you up worse? Like it did Daan and Kanda?
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If it's not me it'll be someone else. You know people will come looking.
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Despite the bravado, Camille doesn't follow. Maybe if she spots someone she'll let them know where the girl's run off to.
There are other things she has to do. Worse things. She waits, watching the figure disappear, and then heads off with shaking hands.]