Karlach

[scrapdraught]

Bigge woman

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[ablazement]

[she glances over at her, and there's a tiny little smile.]

Pretty apt, though, yeah? The language thing made him seem like a weirdo. [...] I don't blame you though. You got here and had a rough go of it, Camille, I could see it.

[...]

We had a good talk about hearts. I don't know if I would've looked twice if he hadn't brought it up.

[scrapdraught]

[Camille smiles.]

Who's had a good run of it here?

[point them out to her.]

Because you both have artificial ones?

[ablazement]

[silence, for a minute, and then:]

Sort of. [...] His is real, still. Mine's not. Funny coincidence.

Guess that was sort of our little secret. Mind not telling anybody?

[scrapdraught]

[How about that? Polar opposites, in everything but disposition.]

...Karlach, who the fuck would I want to tell?

[Camille squeezes her hand and lets her head fall against her arm.]

Your secrets are safe with me.

[ablazement]

[a huff of an amused sound.]

No idea. Just... one of those things, you know.

[karlach adjusts, resting her head against camille's.]

Thanks. [for that, but also for being here.]