camille

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...You got a partner?

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

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

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[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.

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

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

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

Cw: eye gore side effects

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[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.

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

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