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[flameguard]

captivated by how pretty amy adams is always

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[Camille is only quiet. She'd talked to War herself. Miserable and useless conversation that it was. Oh, I can't help you lock up on Thursday. It's too hard. You'll likely have to die.

Then they'd gone and said something strange. That she'd be fine in the end. Somehow.]

...Well. That explains a lot.

[Very concise. Good work, Rondo. Her tongue runs over her teeth behind closed lips and she looks away. Hot in the face, prickling in the eyes.]

Don't worry about it. I didn't notice the wait. [Didn't notice much of anything. Pitch dark oblivion.] I'm...

[She trails off. What is she?

Several emotes flash rapid fire over her head. None of them good. A childish effect for too brutal a conversation. Wasn't it nice? Not being herself at all? Nothing and no where? Even if it meant she never saw another soul again.

Her lip twitches. There's a fist digging into her gut, brass knuckled and bruising skin and innards alike. I didn't get to see Marian.

Camille looks to ground then, fighting to keep her cool.]

You did what you had to do. Good job.

[flameguard]

[ a mix of emotions flickers across rondo's face - and subsequently, his thoughts, too. an immediate reaction of distress and despair, something obscenely guilty. he doesn't really need the way people's thoughts have visualized themselves over the week to express anything, because you can read every single one in his wide eyed expression. ]

You don't - please don't, you don't have to praise me. Please, don't. [ the idea makes him a little ill, actually, and he white knuckles the board, resisting the urge to tear up himself, too, as he immediately shakes his head and swallows. hard. ]

There's... there's nothing praiseworthy about any of it, it's... [ ... I hate this, I hate all of it. ] You shouldn't have had to deal with any of this. Any of it. Not us, or the monsters in the first place, or... or anything.

Everything here is so cruel. I... Participating in this is just another cruelty, and I don't... [ his brow crumples - he has to turn his face away, and take a deep breath to maintain his composure. whether it works or not is hard to tell, but his voice softens into hoarse quiet. ] I'm so sorry.

I... if you want me to leave you alone, or - not speak with you ever again, I... I understand that too, and - if you're angry, or anything, please, you can let me have all of it. You don't have to hold back.