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Oboro x Camilla A
Music: Implore the Dawn
OBORO: Hey... Lady Camilla?
CAMILLA: Why, if it isn't Oboro! To what do I owe the pleasure?
OBORO: ...So I wasn't imagining things.
CAMILLA: Pardon?
OBORO: Every time you've seen me since we last spoke, you've started to get all misty-eyed.
OBORO: I thought I was mistaken, but seeing you up this close... No, it's there.
CAMILLA: Aww... Were you worried about me? You're such a sweetheart.
OBORO: I... I guess so...
OBORO: Look, whether I like it or not, you're important around here. And important to Lady Corndog.
OBORO: The last thing I want is to demoralize someone so many people rely on.
OBORO: So if I said something to upset you... Or even if you're still hurt about the kimono...
OBORO: I'm sorry.
CAMILLA: Don't apologize. You did nothing wrong.
CAMILLA: I should have known better to ask what I did... For both our sakes.
OBORO: ...About my mother?
CAMILLA: Yes. It...couldn't help but dredge up memories of my own...
CAMILLA: But that's hardly yours to worry about. I won't trouble you.
OBORO: ...
OBORO: ...Tell me.
CAMILLA: What? You... Truly?
OBORO: Yes... I owe you that much. And besides... Bottling up painful memories isn't a real answer. We both know someday the hurt will burst.
CAMILLA: Goodness, I... I-If you insist.
OBORO: I'm guessing your mom was killed, like mine, right? That's why this is upsetting?
CAMILLA: Hmm... Well, she was killed, yes. Years ago. I woke up one morning to the news an assassin had picked her off.
CAMILLA: It wasn't an unusual occurrence, really. Many died in the fights between Fath-Garon's concubines.
CAMILLA: That didn't make it any less shocking. I'd seen my mother as invincible.
OBORO: Gods, I thought the same thing about mine... I know how it feels. Like your soul is shattered. Empty. Like you'd-
CAMILLA: Never been safer in your life.
OBORO: ...Um... I definitely didn't feel like that...
CAMILLA: I did. I felt many emotions, but above all... There was relief. I was no longer consigned to being her weapon.
CAMILLA: I'd never again have to feel my own flesh and blood lying limply in my hands.
OBORO: Camilla...
CAMILLA: She scared me, Oboro.
CAMILLA: I was terrified of the consequences of defying her. It seemed like she might snap at any moment... So I listened. I killed. And I feel the consequences every day.
OBORO: That's... Oh, gods, Camilla... I'm so sorry...
OBORO: You must have hated her...
CAMILLA: ... Not entirely. I did love her.
OBORO: What?! After all she did to you? How?
CAMILLA: No matter what she did to me... Or had me do...
CAMILLA: She was still my mother. I remember how she'd pet my hair, or coo sweet words of praise...
CAMILLA: Those moments were sparse, but... I can't forget them. I can't find it in me to hate her. It's easier to focus on myself.
OBORO: ...
CAMILLA: Ah! Oboro...
OBORO: You give out hugs like candy, but... I wonder if that's because you need more yourself.
CAMILLA: ...Thank you...
OBORO: I still don't know what I could say, but...
OBORO: What happened to you was wrong. And you shouldn't hate yourself for it.
OBORO: I get why you were upset. I wished I could see more of my mother's flaws, but...
CAMILLA: Seeing your parents for who they truly are cuts both ways.
CAMILLA: Though... Over time... I find myself forgetting that. Especially with father's behavior as of late...
OBORO: Gods, that's right... Your father is Garon himself.
OBORO: That can't be easy...
CAMILLA: No.
CAMILLA: But I'm afraid dissecting that might take a second session of shoulder-crying.
OBORO: Well, I'm here if you need that.
CAMILLA: W-What?! I was joking! Haven't I horrified you?
OBORO: What happened to you horrifies me...but that isn't you.
OBORO: If there's any way I can actually help you with this... Well, I want to.
CAMILLA: ...You might be one of the kindest souls I've ever met. Is there any way I could repay you? Say, if I were to wear more of your kimonos?
CAMILLA: When it comes to fashion, I'm quite the tastemaker. You'd be rich in no time.
OBORO: You'd really do that?
CAMILLA: It would be my honor. Your handiwork is marvelous.
OBORO: Hmm... I can think of one that might suit you... Or two... Well, several...
OBORO: Oh, who am I kidding? You're practically the perfect model!
OBORO: Just wait a sec, I have so much to show you!
CAMILLA: I'm right behind you, dear.
