[ kate has been silent since the end of execution, her body language giving very little away.
but after some time, it looks like she's returned to the graveyard, looking silently out at where the battle was just fought. and finally, she speaks. ]
Really? [Camille apprises wood in (x) location, fishing for something remotely sturdy as she shoots the young girl a potent glance. Kate is pure mystery, as far as she's concerned. It's worrisome that she'd say such a thing, but maybe not so unexpected.] Not too recently, I hope.
Because everyone was conditioned with absolute loyalty for the manor's rules. If someone died, it was usually because they broke a rule, so no one thought anything of it.
It was a sentence of hard labor -- cleaning the manor's soot pipes. A dangerous and demeaning job. By the end of their sentence, one of the girls had died from the conditions.
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.
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but after some time, it looks like she's returned to the graveyard, looking silently out at where the battle was just fought. and finally, she speaks. ]
They didn't leave any bodies, did they.
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No. Nothing to bury. [It'd be grim work, but she'd welcome it. It would feel better than this vacuum where they used to be.] No headstones?
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Maybe if we asked the overseers...
If they still have access to their sources. After what happened to Death, I'm worried about whether they can keep on taking risks...
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[She looks around, thinking.]
We could do something the old fashioned way. Two sticks tied together and staked in the ground, couple rocks at the bottom with a name on them.
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... ]
... We could do that.
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Group project?
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I'd be honoured to work with you, Kate. [For the first time since Friday there's a smile on her face.]
Let's go looking.
[runs to locations now ;; we can have them bond while building.]
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anyway, while they're at it... ]
To be honest...
This is actually the second time I've done this.
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Really? [Camille apprises wood in (x) location, fishing for something remotely sturdy as she shoots the young girl a potent glance. Kate is pure mystery, as far as she's concerned. It's worrisome that she'd say such a thing, but maybe not so unexpected.] Not too recently, I hope.
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A few days before I arrived here.
[ oops oh well ]
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Kate...
[Way to put her foot in it.]
I'm sorry. That's awful. Have you been all right?
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It's just... we'd never mourned anyone before then. Even though people had died before.
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And why is that?
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Because everyone was conditioned with absolute loyalty for the manor's rules. If someone died, it was usually because they broke a rule, so no one thought anything of it.
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...What kind of rules?
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[Is she hearing this right?]
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It was a sentence of hard labor -- cleaning the manor's soot pipes. A dangerous and demeaning job. By the end of their sentence, one of the girls had died from the conditions.
All because they wasted the coffee.
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And this happened often? Were you working there or just living there?
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I live there as a noble of the Shadows family.
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... That's right. I have to choose my battles.
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