Hey. It's okay. [She gets it. The situation isn't parallel, but they mix a few of the same ingredients.] The place I grew up in had its own punishments. You played along or you paid the price.
[She's just a kid. Can't be much older than Marion. Or Amma.
Camille is silent a moment. She wraps the wood tightly, cinching the ties with an extra oomph.]
You can't always change what other people do. And you don't get to pick your family. But you don't have to stay tied to anything forever. They're a part of you, but not the whole.
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... That's right. I have to choose my battles.
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[She's just a kid. Can't be much older than Marion. Or Amma.
Camille is silent a moment. She wraps the wood tightly, cinching the ties with an extra oomph.]
You can't always change what other people do. And you don't get to pick your family. But you don't have to stay tied to anything forever. They're a part of you, but not the whole.
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I don't consider the people there my family. But I do have to go back. I have something I need to do there.
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Camille gives it a short think over. Then she chuffs a punch to the young girl's shoulder, light as a feather.]
Then give 'em hell.
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... I will!