camille

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...Hey, Pâté.

[She inhales, quelling the swell of tears at the sight. Never once has Laudna floundered this badly. Older than the rest and at times, more innocent than a child.]

I know, it's very hard. Yuffie was bright as holiday lights. And she was good friends with you, wasn't she?

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She was my favorite.

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Was she now? I can see why. She's irreplaceable.

How did you first become friends?

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She yelled at me but then she apologized.

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Why was she yelling at you?

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Because she was scared, I think.

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Well. I'm glad she came around to you. You're both such big sweethearts, it's no wonder you got along so well.

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[she looks up from where she's puppeting pâté for a moment, and then looks away. pâté looks up, too.]

I don't know what to do.

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[Laudna....]

You don't have to know. It's okay if you don't. It's hard to think at all, when you lose someone you care about.

[God damn the fucking swamp and its stupid ass effects. Camille tugs her sleeve down, enveloping her remaining hand so she might safely put it on the other woman's arm.]

We'll figure it out tomorrow. And we're still here for you. I promise, I'll help you. In whatever way I can.

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[laudna doesn't seem to react much to camille holding her hand, but pâté will rest his head against her shoulder for a moment.]

Thank you, Camille. Please.