SCAWWY 😱 camille

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[Baby boy...

Camille is not feeling the Sazantos mood rn thank god so she will find him, wandering in a daze. She knows she can't touch him, lest she see him go up in flame again. Which makes it especially hard to watch, and only watch, as he sobs himself up a storm.

She comes hobbling, still healing and on pins and needles all over. But she takes a seat at his side, miserable as can be.]

...I'm sorry.

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[ THIS REALLY IS SO BAD FOR CAMILLE... what a terrible effect to have that you can't give or seek comfort.

alfyn hiccups, rubbing at his face to clear some of the ugly crying away - he's more out on his lonesome to not make anyone feel like they have to be responsible for his big feelings, instead of out of shame. but. ]

... she'll be with everyone else. [ shaky, sniffly. ] Doesn't make it any easier.

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I know. It really doesn't.

[Particularly when it's so violent. Camille draws a shaky breath. Can she just...pull the sleeve of her sweater down, far over the stump?

She puts it lightly to his shoulder.

No flames. Thank Christ.]

At least now, there's full confirmation. It's not a cruel illusion. They're still with us. She's still here. Somewhere.

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[ a little huff of a laugh escapes him with the pat, but it's coupled with an appreciative look as he very, very carefully curls his fingers in the sleeve of her sweater. a point of contact.

he's going to hug the hell out of her when this wears off. ]

Yeah. Yeah, it helps to know that they're alright. They're just outta reach, but they're there, and we just gotta... we gotta get through this. [ even if they're not going to like the culling of their numbers after trial. ]

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[There will be hugs

unless you are the killer, in which case i cock my glock at you

Her throat is thick just listening to him. Looking at him. Sweet young thing, all too impressionable. In the throes of young love, too. People come together quick in times of terrible tragedy, but the bitch is that sometimes the tragedy keeps going.]

Why don't you tell me about her? What was your favourite thing?

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[ hug me anyways you coward and we can go out together



jk you deserve to endgame. ]

... she went through a lot. [ he has to clear his throat, swallow, as he just holds onto her sleeve like that - looking ahead, off into the orchard. ] Lots of us have, 'course. Won't deny that I have, too, even before comin' here. You've seen that for yourself.

[ still, he holds onto hope in the face of tragedy. his voice gets a little stronger as he keeps going. ]

But even with that, all that she went through, even thinkin' that she was just a... a tool, she feels with her whole heart for folks. And it really shows when she smiles.