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Camille Preaker ([personal profile] scrapdraught) wrote 2024-07-10 04:30 pm (UTC)

Out of the frying pan, into the fire.

[Not so dissimilar then. Hers doesn't come with an unholy thirst — none that she's aware of — but the life she's been brought back to isn't amounting to much. Not if the cult gets their way.

And if they get out? What then? Back to Frank and Eileen's basement suite and try not to feel sorry for herself? What about all the grand destinies of the people that died before her? Hell, what about justice for time lost? Aqua comes to mind. Karma and Nona, by virtue of being too young to have done or seen anything. Cloud and Aerith, fighting for something bigger than either of them.

The stray thought of his stills her tongue though. She looks to him, her own moody cloud dissipating.]


I guess I don't have my own personal sadist to worry about. But I'm... [Her lips purse. She snorts, shaking her head.] Still on that old sacrificial hook.

I want to feel grateful. I should. Just...seems like they could have made a smarter pick. What the fuck am I gonna do here? For anyone?

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