[And she is. Sorry, distantly, that she didn't follow. Except the panic over Kate leashed her to the pyre, and the flash of anger from a girl she barely knows quailed her.
The sentiment is the same Vin's always given. Camille chuckles.]
Of course I'm not. But if you don't try, you either go nowhere, or slip somewhere worse.
[She thinks of her teenage roommate in that three month stint in rehab, sneaking the bleach from the janitor's cart. She thinks of the knife she'd slipped into her own sleeve and taken to the bathroom, after her sister left.
She thinks of her mother's tub. Her pouring cold water, hot water, dripping medicine down her throat.]
I don't think I will. After watching...after seeing where it takes everyone else. Every Saturday, every Sunday. Maybe in a more fantastical way than I'm used to. I've seen it before.
But rock bottom feels the same no matter how you land there.
[there's a moment of surprise at camille saying that, but she seems a little pleased by it, too. as for the question:]
I think... I'm mostly worried about other people.
[and that seems honest - as awful as it was to see that happen to kate, she didn't know her too well, and she doesn't know robin that well either. she's had more difficult trials, and she imagines other people had a worse time with this one.]
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[physically or emotionally, she means. either way, as she tries not to stare at the whiskey:]
...What about you?
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[Physically. Emotionally we are all fucked. Camille purses her lips and also pretends not to clock the curiosity.]
I'm getting by.
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[she doesn't seem too concerned about it, though, considering everything else going on. it feels small to her.]
It's alright if you aren't, you know.
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[And she is. Sorry, distantly, that she didn't follow. Except the panic over Kate leashed her to the pyre, and the flash of anger from a girl she barely knows quailed her.
The sentiment is the same Vin's always given. Camille chuckles.]
Of course I'm not. But if you don't try, you either go nowhere, or slip somewhere worse.
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[after a moment of hesitation:]
Where are you worried about slipping to?
cw: mention of suicide/self-harm.
...Somewhere hopeless.
[She thinks of her teenage roommate in that three month stint in rehab, sneaking the bleach from the janitor's cart. She thinks of the knife she'd slipped into her own sleeve and taken to the bathroom, after her sister left.
She thinks of her mother's tub. Her pouring cold water, hot water, dripping medicine down her throat.]
I don't think I will. After watching...after seeing where it takes everyone else. Every Saturday, every Sunday. Maybe in a more fantastical way than I'm used to. I've seen it before.
But rock bottom feels the same no matter how you land there.
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...You're very strong.
[and - it's sincere, as it comes through the emotionshare.]
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Well. Coming from you, that's a pretty high compliment.
[She means it, too.]
What about you? How are you faring, after another mess we barely cleaned up?
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I think... I'm mostly worried about other people.
[and that seems honest - as awful as it was to see that happen to kate, she didn't know her too well, and she doesn't know robin that well either. she's had more difficult trials, and she imagines other people had a worse time with this one.]