Camilla is reaching the end of her patience. She's almost certain he's trying to distract her. "I don't know what you were doing. You started out somewhere different from me, remember? And you said you were eating lunch." She sits back on her heels, her cards still held close. "I was reading something that I don't understand. Before that ..." She shuts her eyes tight and tries to straighten it out.
"I think I was having a nightmare before that, but it got better for a little while when I came to the magic castle," she says, opening her eyes, small grave troubled face looking up at her brother. "And now it's being a nightmare again. We're never supposed to be different than one another. This is worse than the one about ... you know." For a week after their parents' funeral Camilla had the same dream over and over.
Being without her parents is manageable. Being without her brother is unimagineable.
"What do you remember?" She throws the question back at him. Hot potato.
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Date: 2007-04-17 05:31 am (UTC)"I think I was having a nightmare before that, but it got better for a little while when I came to the magic castle," she says, opening her eyes, small grave troubled face looking up at her brother. "And now it's being a nightmare again. We're never supposed to be different than one another. This is worse than the one about ... you know." For a week after their parents' funeral Camilla had the same dream over and over.
Being without her parents is manageable. Being without her brother is unimagineable.
"What do you remember?" She throws the question back at him. Hot potato.