[Piss poor joke for a hopeless situation. There's not much she can say to the contrary though, and that's what guts her. The only tools she has to tinker with are forged by her own miseries. She knows what it is to feel there's no peace, to drift down miles of tepid tragedies until you hit the dropoff and plummet.
She doesn't know how to get off that road, really. She's doing better, but there's no such thing as being fixed. Not her brain, and not his circumstances.
Camille sighs. She could use a drink.]
You got dealt a rotten hand. I'm sorry. No one should have to bear that kind of weight. Much less a guy straight out of high school.
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[Piss poor joke for a hopeless situation. There's not much she can say to the contrary though, and that's what guts her. The only tools she has to tinker with are forged by her own miseries. She knows what it is to feel there's no peace, to drift down miles of tepid tragedies until you hit the dropoff and plummet.
She doesn't know how to get off that road, really. She's doing better, but there's no such thing as being fixed. Not her brain, and not his circumstances.
Camille sighs. She could use a drink.]
You got dealt a rotten hand. I'm sorry. No one should have to bear that kind of weight. Much less a guy straight out of high school.