[What she wants to say is you're still young. Plenty of time to change.
Amma was young, too. Camille had been young, and never got better. Never gave herself the chance, never got gifted one by concerned friends and family. Frankly speaking, this fucked up two-month stint off-world has garnered her more clemency and understanding than she's ever known in her life, much less all at once. Frank and Eileen were helping, but they were a two-man army going it solo in a twenty year battle. She was a weight around their necks, and she knows it.
But it doesn't have to be that way. It shouldn't have to be.]
Especially if you have help. People who give a damn.
[ He wants to believe it. Even if there's a part of him that feels permanently broken. That desire to be good, and to be noble. To give himself up for the sake of what's right.
There are times again where he feels like nothing will ever get better, and there's no escaping the sheer hopelessness that plagues him. He thinks he might as well remain apathetic, because the alternative only causes suffering.
... But he thinks it'll pass. There are still good moments. ]
Thanks, Camille. [ He squeezes her hand in return. ] Despite what I first felt, I admired you too.
You were still trying to change despite going through it alone. I don't think I could've done that.
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[What she wants to say is you're still young. Plenty of time to change.
Amma was young, too. Camille had been young, and never got better. Never gave herself the chance, never got gifted one by concerned friends and family. Frankly speaking, this fucked up two-month stint off-world has garnered her more clemency and understanding than she's ever known in her life, much less all at once. Frank and Eileen were helping, but they were a two-man army going it solo in a twenty year battle. She was a weight around their necks, and she knows it.
But it doesn't have to be that way. It shouldn't have to be.]
Especially if you have help. People who give a damn.
[She takes his hand then. Gives it a squeeze.]
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There are times again where he feels like nothing will ever get better, and there's no escaping the sheer hopelessness that plagues him. He thinks he might as well remain apathetic, because the alternative only causes suffering.
... But he thinks it'll pass. There are still good moments. ]
Thanks, Camille. [ He squeezes her hand in return. ] Despite what I first felt, I admired you too.
You were still trying to change despite going through it alone. I don't think I could've done that.