[ ashlyn just stares at her blankly for a second because ? ]
Camille and I aren't particularly alike. [ as for why she hung out with camille... because ashlyn liked her? because camille liked ashlyn? does she need a reason, really, beyond that they're on the same team?
anyway this is truly not an insecurity of hers, so: ] Most people probably don't like me.
A cult kidnapped you then basically mind controlled you into doing something you didn't want to do. When you got backed into a corner about it you just yelled at people.
There are parts that could have been worse, and the parts that couldn't have weren't you.
[Camille laughs. It's breathless, humourless. A sound spat into the air as her hands come to mash her eyes into her skull. He heaves in its wake, fails to keep it from turning to sobs.]
I used my mother's medicine on him. I didn't tell you about that part, did I? What my mother did?
[She looks up, red-eyed. Leaking tears.]
I had another sister before Amma. Momma loved her, because she always took her medicine. Even when it made her sicker, and sicker. Momma loved the attention, and she loved taking care of a sick little girl.
When I woke up here, I had a bottle of her best with me.
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Camille and I aren't particularly alike. [ as for why she hung out with camille... because ashlyn liked her? because camille liked ashlyn? does she need a reason, really, beyond that they're on the same team?
anyway this is truly not an insecurity of hers, so: ] Most people probably don't like me.
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The skin flips. A ragged looking woman stands there. Pale as a corpse and with her hands crooked into her hair, head bowed.]
They don't like me either.
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Sometimes.
[A beat.]
Most times.
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You shouldn't.
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Ashlyn, for god's sake. Look what happened.
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There are parts that could have been worse, and the parts that couldn't have weren't you.
spoilers.............
I used my mother's medicine on him. I didn't tell you about that part, did I? What my mother did?
[She looks up, red-eyed. Leaking tears.]
I had another sister before Amma. Momma loved her, because she always took her medicine. Even when it made her sicker, and sicker. Momma loved the attention, and she loved taking care of a sick little girl.
When I woke up here, I had a bottle of her best with me.
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[ i think if i yell at someone who's depressed it will help the situation ]