[ she reaches into her dress pocket and pulls out... a scroll! it looks old and worn-out, but one passage is legible: ]
... caution, for the ritual is not without its troubles. The god we seek to bring into our realm might still be a fledgling. A newborn. It needs to be protected and the steps to bring it into the realm completed perfectly, else it just become just as mortal as those who brought it into the world.
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[Camille sighs, tossing her hair back over her shoulder as she rubs at her arms.]
Erin held onto herself better than Boothill did. At least verbally, anyway.
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Even though it led to the same result, in the end...
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I just... I want there to be a better way. There must be one.
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I think it's possible, though. Where there's a will there's a way.
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Good. I don't want to give up, when so much is at risk.
Also... there's something I'd like to show you. It may be something hopeful.
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[ she reaches into her dress pocket and pulls out... a scroll! it looks old and worn-out, but one passage is legible: ]
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Camille's eyes dart over the lines, gripping the curling edge of the scroll in a tight pinch. She reads it a second time, and a third.]
...Where did you get this?
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Something like that.
[ doesn't even specify which she's nodding to. ]
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