camille

[undread]

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Ah. Don't push yourself, then, dear. This isn't an interrogation - I already knew you couldn't tell me, nor did I think you'd necessarily want to.

[she isn't trying to get information from her.]

I more wanted to know whether you'd done the same math yourself or not. And if not, I thought you ought to hear it. Because you may be the one person here who knows.

[scrapdraught]

...I did a little math, yeah.

[Hasn't wanted to think about it.]

Saw some clues that were suspicious, but nothing for sure.

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The thing about Robin is, it's easy to keep an eye out for her.

[so her still being around is... less dangerous.]

I hope you won't take this the wrong way, but have you at all weighed the possibility of a solution for this person? I know you didn't have much fun, with the cure they gave you. But maybe there's another way?

[scrapdraught]

I've been trying to help them with it, yeah.

[a dark cloud spawns over her head. She won't meet Laudna's gaze.]

If they really were involved, then it didn't work. Haven't had a chance to ask.

[undread]

It didn't work...? You mean you thought you did something to prevent them from having to act again?

[scrapdraught]

Yeah. But then again, maybe it did. Jury's still out.

They still don't want to hurt anyone. I'll tell you that much. It hasn't swallowed them whole yet.

[undread]

I know. I believe you. And I'd rather they not become swallowed whole! It's not a matter of wanting anyone harmed. It's a matter of minimizing the damage wherever we can.

[scrapdraught]

Did you have something in mind?

[undread]

Not really. I suppose other than killing them, I wonder if a partner wish would work...?

[scrapdraught]

...You got a partner?

I'm "widowed" now, myself. I have to find someone else who's in the same boat.

[undread]

I have a partner, but I'm using my wish for something else.

[scrapdraught]

[Fair enough.

Though imagining what might happen if they don't get a fix for this brings her back to that bleak, wasteland stretch she's been lying in since coming out of the swamp.

Since yesterday. Since returning. Since she lived through her own accusation. Further back than that, really. It's more like returning to old stomping grounds. I don't know how much more I can take.

Daan slipped. She's on the same road, just a few paces back.]

Well. If you find someone in my position who's hot to trot, set me up on a date with them. I'd use my wish for this.

[undread]

...Alright. We ought to confirm with the Overseers it would work first, but I may know one or two people.

[scrapdraught]

I plan on asking them a few things myself. I can let you know the verdict?

[undread]

Yes, please do. If it isn't a possibility, then death may be the only cure.

Cw: eye gore side effects

[scrapdraught]

[Her mouth twists. It's hard to breathe, just considering it. Imagining.]

Yeah. Just more dogs to put down.

[Cats.

Camille shivers. Blinks fast, but not enough to hold back the fresh tears. One track blooms out over the side of her cheek. The other?]

Shit.

[She leans down, uselessly cupping the bandage at her lost eye, hissing through the burgeoning sobs. Did you know that tears are made in the eyelid and can pool in the socket while it is still healing?]

God that stings.

[undread]

[i did not know that but laudna leans over her, watching with interest. oops.]

...Oh, dear. Be careful. Let's not set you off.