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Camilla x Oboro C
Music: Dance in the Dark
OBORO: You! Camilla!
CAMILLA: Oh? And hello to you, darling. You're...a retainer of Prince Takumi, correct?
OBORO: ...I am.
CAMILLA: I must say, that's quite an adorable face you're making.
CAMILLA: Though the way you're pointing your head is a little telling. Eyes up here, no?
OBORO: Wha-?!
OBORO: J-just what are you implying?! Gods, are even Nohrian royalty that filthy?
CAMILLA: ...I can tell this isn't going to be a pleasant conversation.
CAMILLA: Let's get to the point. What do you want from me?
OBORO: I want to know where you got that! That kimono you're wearing!
CAMILLA: Oh, this? It was a gift. A long time ago.
OBORO: A gift...
CAMILLA: This is actually my first chance to wear it. Back home, well, wearing Hoshidan clothing would raise quite the fuss.
CAMILLA: But with our armies having come together... I felt the time was right to try it!
CAMILLA: It suits me well, doesn't it? I admire the aesthetic of Hoshidan fash-
OBORO: Take it off.
CAMILLA: ...Now, dear. Such a forward approach can work in some cases. But I'm afraid you haven't quite set the right mood...
OBORO: S-stop that! Stop twisting my words!
OBORO: You're going to march back to your fancy little room and change into something else! Now!
OBORO: Don't ever let me catch you wearing this again! Got it?
CAMILLA: Hmph! And who are you to order me around like this? You have no claim over me. This is my kimono.
OBORO: "Your kimono." Please! I'm the one who made that!
CAMILLA: ...This is your craftsmanship?
OBORO: Yes! I'd recognize the design anywhere! It's the product of my own labor!
OBORO: If I had known it would end up in the hands of a Nohrian, let alone their princess... Gods, I never would have sold it!
CAMILLA: Do you truly think so little of Nohr?
CAMILLA: How can you believe an entire nation of people is unworthy of your designs?
OBORO: ...It's not my design.
CAMILLA: Now you're just being confusing. Didn't you say you made this yourself?
OBORO: I did make it. But the design... It wasn't mine.
OBORO: It was my mother's.
CAMILLA: Your mother's?
OBORO: Yes! It was one of my mother's unfinished designs. When I was skilled enough to do it justice, I tried to complete it.
OBORO: And you know why I had to? Because your people killed her before she could!
OBORO: You don't get to take my mother away from me...
OBORO: ...Then turn around and take her designs, too! I thought she'd be proud to know her hard work wasn't going to waste...
OBORO: Gods, you've ruined that. Now take that damned thing off before I tear it off myself!
CAMILLA: ...
CAMILLA: V-very well. I... I'll go change.
CAMILLA: *sniff*
OBORO: ...Hmph.
