SCAWWY 😱 camille

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wk 2; tuesday

[concoctive]

[ alfyn is heading into the side rooms out of curiosity, because - well, investigate the areas that you're saddled with, and all that. when he sees camille, later in the day, he raises his hand up in greeting -

and then, they get slam dunked by memshare time. he looks less than thrilled about this as it starts to happen, the scabbed cut across his own left eye pinching as his expression tightens. NOT AGAIN... ]

[scrapdraught]

[They're going on a memshare trip in the siderooms, help me

What she really ought to do is lock herself up for the week. Any time she meets another captive she's dunked head first into their dark past, like someone's trying to drown her in a toilet bowl.

This one is a mix. There is the warmth of friendship, quite a steady stream of calm. The doubt mounts though, and it's slowly becoming clear that the man he nobly rescued may not be worth the effort to save him. Lofty morals are easier to uphold when there's more laws in place, stricter watches, better tracking. This is a feudal space though, and people are quick to turn to a knife when the chips are down. Alfyn means well. More's the pity for him when pessimism proves triumphant.

Feeling the axe sink into Miguel's neck, though. She drops out of the vision with her hands aloft, perched on an invisible handle. She's sweating, shaking.

She hates the ones where she's made to kill the most.]

...Alfyn. [Her eyes close and she swallows, straightening. Wiping the sweat from her palms on her jeans.] I'm sorry.

[concoctive]

[ he reaches out when he sees her shaking, her reaction, gently cupping her elbows and giving her the support that he had with the other travelers at his back. they didn't manage to soothe him, not completely, but it was still enough to keep him from sinking completely into the despair brought on by such a betrayal. the blood is still thick on his hands in his mind, so to speak, both from the mending, and from the killing.

especially considering everything this place has made them all do. made him do. ]

S'not your fault. Him, or you havin' to see it. C'mon, think maybe we ought to go somewhere you can sit for a sec, 'cause that's - it's not a good thing to have to go through. [ especially when you're - not necessarily softer, because he would never say such a thing about someone with such sad eyes as camille, but someone that shouldn't have to go through with having bloodstained hands. ]