"Hey! Ow! What the fuck?" Cam's first reaction isn't anger or aggression; it's surprise, then confusion. They aren't used to living in a world where people physically lash out in the middle of a conversation. Stumbling backwards, they stare at Nephele, then at the fluid leaking from the long cut on their left arm. "What was that for?"
It occurs to them after they speak that maybe they should prioritize getting away from their attacker over interrogating her motivations. They had nearly dropped their sketchbook when Nephele struck; now they tuck it more securely under their arm and back away from her quickly, trying to put the pond between themself and her. They'd turn tail and run if that didn't mean taking their eyes off of her.
It occurs to them after they speak that maybe they should prioritize getting away from their attacker over interrogating her motivations. They had nearly dropped their sketchbook when Nephele struck; now they tuck it more securely under their arm and back away from her quickly, trying to put the pond between themself and her. They'd turn tail and run if that didn't mean taking their eyes off of her.
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"Cameras" by Ennev is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0
