sixillusions | [catchall] Camille

[Fortunately(?), Kanda just ignores her sarcasm--but he also doesn't seem bothered by her hanging out here, at least for now. He most definitely isn't the type to fuss over a stranger.]

He's not an Akuma. I don't need them.

[Especially because, against all odds, he does actually know how to work with other fighters, and there are a few around that he thinks would haul ass if they heard a commotion.]

You'd need something with a boost. He's metal and he's got mouth guns.

[Lord save her from this godforsaken reality.

Still, the kid's dead set on it. What else is she supposed to do? Spank him and tell him go home to mama? Camille shifts in her seat, bringing her legs up for a closer huddle.]

How'd you get into this business anyway? Were you born to it?

[He ignores her first comment like a rude asshole, because he is one... but look, this is far from the first time someone has tried to tell him what he may or may not be capable of. And ultimately, it doesn't matter to him; he isn't the sort to try and justify himself.

Besides--it's not about being chivalrous, or even battle-hungry. There is a threat, and it must be dealt with before it kills more people, whether Kanda is at full strength or at death's door. There's no bravery there, just necessity.

The second question, though, makes him huff. It might be a laugh? Hard to say, with him. An ink lotus blossoms through his hand cover.]

...Most exorcists don't have a choice. When you synchronize with a piece of Innocence, it's yours. From then on, you fight for the Church until you die, or you get killed when Akuma come looking for it.

So damned if you do, damned if you don't.

[She wishes she had a drink, suddenly. Camille cants her head.]

If it were a choice, would you have picked it?

[I truly can't explain how funny this conversation is

But apparently it strays a little too close to home for him, since his tone is dry when he responds.]

Would you?

[I see

mashes these buttons]

I'm not the one marked for a higher calling. [She rolls her neck, looking out to the buildings beyond.]

But if I had the chance, no. I'm not a good candidate for a saviour.

[Letters skitter over her chest. You couldn't save either sister.]

[Since he glanced at her, he'll see the text, but he doesn't acknowledge it in any way. Thanks Kanda.]

Most people aren't. [So that's fair tbh. He isn't going to preach at her. But imagine how funny it would be if he did.] But it's that or letting the world end.

[The real answer is that he's barely known any kind of life outside of this, so it's kind of an impossible thing to imagine--you can't really un-learn about the potential harbinger of the apocalypse and all.]

[Thanks Kanda.]

Mm. Too many demons? "Akuma"?

[Her eyes go to his hands. His posture. Stiff, unbending. Too young to believe anything different.]

There's professions that work that way where I come from, too. They get you young, raise you up, monopolize your time. Bend your body and fold your mind into whatever shapes are needed. And then when your youth is gone, so is your job. It's a pretty big hole to fill, in the long years after.

[Probably why so many Olympians go back to coach. What else is there?]

[The way I googled when the modern Olympics were founded and it's 1896 apparently which is roughly around the era of DGM. Incredible.

Anyway Kanda is like "what are you even talking about" but he doesn't say that]

The war's been going on for thousands of years. It probably won't stop anytime soon. The Earl can make hundreds of Akuma in one go, if he wants.

[Sure, there are things happening that seem major, but every generation probably thinks that. Chances are high that he'll die in the line of duty, and--well. The best he can hope for is to be left alone afterward.]

The "Earl?"

[Cute nickname for a big bad. Camille is out of her depth here. It's hard to convey exactly how bizarre his life sounds to her. How devastating. She huddles in tighter, looking to the flames. To the barrier around their beloved robot murderer.

No matter how you sliced it she was the odd one one. What right does she have to be wringing hands over situations she can't comprehend?]

What'll it take to get to him, then? Cut out the source.

[For his part, it doesn't seem to surprise him that this all seems incomprehensible; if the situation wasn't so glaringly familiar in a number of ways, he and Lavi probably would've been much less open about the whole thing.]

That's what we're looking for.

[catchall] Camille

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