Lavi

[scrapdraught]

this time there are no otome points only deep concern

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[Lavi watches the memory, no, he feels the memory. He is Camille, ill, crying, and trapped, covered in scars. It's a lot, because this isn't something he's felt before -- only tangentially, but that had been more trapped inside his mind. And he gained the autonomy that he'd lost, however briefly.

This feels like a lot longer. This feels like history.

He blinks rapidly when the memory recedes, and his head swings around to look at Camille.]

What was that pill?

[scrapdraught]

[The memory makes her sick enough without the tagalong. This week is hell. She's been laid bare, literally and otherwise. Before coming here she stripped for no one. Now she's a personal peep show to anyone walking nearby.

That's not even touching on her family.]

...I think those were the anti-malarial pills. Discontinued. Some unpleasant side effects. [Camille won't look him in the eye. She hugs at her middle. Scratches through the sweater.] I can't remember what all the toxicology reports said. It's been a while.