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Cami was starting to forget what it felt like to be tired. Simply tired, that was. Bone-deep exhaustion had clung to her back like a second passenger refusing to lift its weight from her no matter how hard she tried. Every night the same nightmare, over and over, until it turned and crept into the edges of her waking moments. There had been a strange moment one afternoon when she had come into her shared dorm and the light had tricked her.

Blankets were, as always, piled on the sofa for one person or another to use. These blankets, however, had been stained with rich red blood. Hands had frantically pulled blanket after blanket off the pile until she’d gotten down to the cushions, even the cushions of the couch pulled off to prove that there was no body there. There was nothing there at all except more hair ties than she could feel good about, along with a veritable wealth of crumbs.

Being around Otto, around Maebe, was just as difficult. Camille couldn’t do anything but see in her mind’s eye them sprawled at her feet. Bloodied, broken, destroyed. She knew now why they were like that and it was because of her. She’d done that to them and enjoyed every moment. Loved every second. Looked down with pride at the savage work she had done while Kidana sung for the justice of it all because they deserved it.

There was more than enough sanity left in both her and the former revenant to admit that there was something very wrong. They just couldn’t figure out what. It had all started in the Tower of Ancients, however, and Cami was determined to find someone to give her answers. Horsemen were relentlessly hunted for answers while the denizens of Amity were all but ignored. Why bother them? A few were captured for information and loosed when there was none forthcoming.

Her battle was not with them. Not anymore.

Staggering into her dorm once more Cami could barely strip her clothes off, letting them fall in a musty pile of jungle scents and dampness in a heap. Someone would clean them eventually. It might even be her. Picking up her phone the Sun sent out two text messages that she hadn’t in a long time:




Snagging the two pillows that weren’t hers the dark-skinned archer pressed one against her chest and let her head rest on the other. She was tired. So tired. But if she closed her eyes and let sleep take her then she might wake up alone. Or perhaps she’d wake up covered in blood and would have hurt those she loved.

Cami was so afraid. Afraid to sleep, afraid to stay awake too long, afraid Otto and Maebe would get hurt, afraid to talk to someone about what was happening to her. Afraid to be alone. Even as she hugged the pillow one hand went to the golden heart around her neck, the other closed around the totem of her weapon.

Not alone. Never alone.

Cami couldn't help but swaddle herself up in a blanket and look like a nun. Just for funsies.

It took some time, but Otto made it home. He was tired. He was drained. But he got to see Cami soon. His things were dropped by the door, he dragged his feet towards his bedroom, and threw open the door.

As soon as he was close to the bed, he flopped down over it, no matter who was in the way.

"Impossible." He grumbled with a whine, snuggling into her plush.... wait, she seemed less plushy. Would it be rude to say so? Would it be rude... not to say so? He wasn't sure. Girls were fickle.

He poked her sides with his fingers to double check his findings. He remained on top of her.