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[Bro what a mood.

Camille does find her. She's in between rounds herself, despondent and dry eyed only for only half an hour now. Marian will find a hand coming to her back, gently, as Camille takes a seat at her side.]

Rough one today.

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[ that's the worst wet laugh you'll ever hear from her ]

I thought it'd be fine knowing it was coming but.... maker.

[ knowing and seeing remains two very different things!! ]

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There's no preparing for it. You can't.

[Three in one go. And with the visions peppering the execution it's been doubly brutal.]

It's okay. Everyone's in the same boat. No one's all right.