[The heat of it burns her. The way she rages, and the way her body lights up to match. Camille comes out of it with a heady gasp, nearly pulling her hand loose.
Hot as a bandit's pistol. And still, cold as arctic ice within.]
...You'll die?
[She sounds like a four year old. A petulant question with an obvious answer, all things will die. It's the when that concerns her. The immediacy expected.
Her face folds with a new kind of misery. There's the shame and discontent of self-loathing, and then there's the fear for a friend.]
[there's a long pause after this one, because it really is so much to just... leak out, like this. she'd accepted it in the moment, but hearing it again and again makes her resolve waver.
[Camille regains her breath in pieces. Her fingers clench back around Karlach's hand. She reaches for that traitorous heart, wet-eyed. Pathetic. Useless.]
What about the — can't someone here do something? What about the wishes? For matching as monsters, or...any one of the asshole wizards here. There's so many people here, someone should know something.
[to the first part, but:] Depends on what you mean by giving up. I'm still living, and I'm living about as much as I can possibly grab. I don't know that counts as giving up.
[the way she says this makes her expression twitch, something in her ache. she leans, just a bit, to make it easier for camille to do this, her tail flicking almost anxiously.]
I'm not quitting. [she says, finally, swallowing a little hard.] I just know what my options are.
[she bites her lip, briefly.]
I don't want to leave anybody. I just can't pretend there will be some perfect solution that I can live with.
[a pause, and she gives her a little smile. very carefully, she leans forward and presses a kiss to camille's temple, easy and friendly.]
Thanks. You're right, actually, look at us. First time we met you asked me if I was even real, and now you're telling me to not give up on hope. Something magical, that is.
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Hot as a bandit's pistol. And still, cold as arctic ice within.]
...You'll die?
[She sounds like a four year old. A petulant question with an obvious answer, all things will die. It's the when that concerns her. The immediacy expected.
Her face folds with a new kind of misery. There's the shame and discontent of self-loathing, and then there's the fear for a friend.]
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she rubs at her chest, where that glow is.]
... Yeah. Sooner rather than later.
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[Camille regains her breath in pieces. Her fingers clench back around Karlach's hand. She reaches for that traitorous heart, wet-eyed. Pathetic. Useless.]
What about the — can't someone here do something? What about the wishes? For matching as monsters, or...any one of the asshole wizards here. There's so many people here, someone should know something.
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[her tail curls around her ankle loosely - her tone is just tired. like she can't muster up the strength to be sad about it anymore.]
The wishes could fix it, but I haven't had any luck with matches, and - even if I did, I'm not sure I could tie my life to someone like that.
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[Camille shakes her head.]
You're not giving up, are you?
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[to the first part, but:] Depends on what you mean by giving up. I'm still living, and I'm living about as much as I can possibly grab. I don't know that counts as giving up.
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[Is that even the right word?]
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[she says, firmly.]
... But if the only options are go back to the Hells, sacrifice another person, or die? I will.
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You'll break their hearts. You'll hit the end and you'll know it wasn't enough time.
Don't quit now.
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I'm not quitting. [she says, finally, swallowing a little hard.] I just know what my options are.
[she bites her lip, briefly.]
I don't want to leave anybody. I just can't pretend there will be some perfect solution that I can live with.
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Just don't give up on options. You don't know what you don't know. [Camille smiles. Brittle.] I sure didn't. Look at us standing here now.
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Thanks. You're right, actually, look at us. First time we met you asked me if I was even real, and now you're telling me to not give up on hope. Something magical, that is.