She doesn't know him. For a moment he's cut to the quick - he'd have sworn they'd know each other anywhere, in any state, not because they were twins (they always scoffed at the idea of a Psychic Twin Thing) but because they were them.
Then he thinks, why should she? She's the girl she once was, but he's a very far cry from the boy he was then, in more ways than one.
Is she even here, really? Even at his drunkest he'd never hallucinated her, but in this place, who knows? Either way, she's waiting for some kind of answer.
"Camilla, what are you doing here?" he settles on finally.
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Date: 2007-04-16 03:05 am (UTC)Then he thinks, why should she? She's the girl she once was, but he's a very far cry from the boy he was then, in more ways than one.
Is she even here, really? Even at his drunkest he'd never hallucinated her, but in this place, who knows? Either way, she's waiting for some kind of answer.
"Camilla, what are you doing here?" he settles on finally.