[She could be so much crueler about it. She's just so winded. Small. Pathetic, being sat down and patronized.
Camille wilts into a seat, hand to her face. Silent now, after that erroneous outburst. Why couldn't they have killed her after voting for Aqua? Did you have to be a teenage girl to get an ounce of mercy around here?
Yet she's here now. She has to persist. Even through sandpaper scrapes across her ego.]
...Speaking from experience?
[He probably had wished he was dead, after 200 years with that man. She's only done a sixth of that time without him and she's had enough herself.]
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Camille wilts into a seat, hand to her face. Silent now, after that erroneous outburst. Why couldn't they have killed her after voting for Aqua? Did you have to be a teenage girl to get an ounce of mercy around here?
Yet she's here now. She has to persist. Even through sandpaper scrapes across her ego.]
...Speaking from experience?
[He probably had wished he was dead, after 200 years with that man. She's only done a sixth of that time without him and she's had enough herself.]