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[1//Network]

I've found an unused storage room and fixed it up to be...I suppose you'd call it a place of reflection. I installed sound insulation on the walls and soft carpeting [Though the Stalkers carried it there, but not actually into the room.] There's a small window that can be opened or shut, with heavy curtains. The overall atmosphere is quite peaceful, I think.

I suppose you could call it a place for reflection, or meditation, or praying. Use it as you like.

[2]

Later, Oenone can be found exactly there, with the curtains open to the midday sun. The light through the glass doors gives it a church-like atmosphere.

She prays there, not for forgiveness (it's either infinite and thus asking is unneccesary, or finite and thus impossible for her) but perhaps for two things: one that the consequences of the action she's taken don't hurt Kensuke, two for the peace of the dead man's soul, and three for guidance on what is right to do next.

Answers don't seem to come though. Perhaps the voice of God has been silenced by the wicked works of man again. Perhaps she contributed a bit to that herself in the past week.

[3/Private to Kamille]

After asking him up to Shortening Of The Way, she rounds on him with an expression of exasperation the gentle doctor rarely shows.

"Kamille...I can't believe someone who grew up under the Titans would show that level of...of stupid machismo!"

Meaning: he should have learned the lessons of how to be discreet, as it seems everyone who grew up under a dictatorship but him has.

[4/Private to Raynor]

Hello Mister Joz. I'm Surgeon-Mechanic Oenone Zero, of the Green Storm's Ressurection Corps. I have something for you, when you have some time.

[5/Private to Richard]

I'm almost finished. I'll be inviting him up to fit it today.

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As Oenone knelt down, she could hear the chatter of distant and angry thoughts, like being in a room full of angry ghosts. He was broadcasting hard, and even a complete oldtype like her could pick some of it up.

Oh Kamille...

But what could she do for him? He wasn't a Stalker, who she could just slot the correct replacement parts into.

She decided to, for once, turn her analytical approach off. She'd never given herself the luxury of acting on her emotions before. It had always been too dangerous. But now it wasn't a luxury, but a necessity. Trying desperately not to think, she closed her eyes, determined to do whatever it is her heart told her was a good idea.

And leaned forward and kissed him, a little clumsily.

Damnit, heart.

DI- Kamille's eyes snap open. His self-loathing silenced, he wonders to himself if he isn't already dead, and this is just a taste of heaven before hell comes to take him. His luck would not allow for this to happen, his karma was already heavily stained with his errors, there couldn't possibly be reward for his actions. He didn't stop Oenone though. He stayed still, not making a move, hoping beyond hope that this would not end, because he was scared of the reality that awaited him.

Well that at least stopped whatever that was. Or at the least he was no longer 'broadcasting' it. But his heart rate had normalized as well.

Oh was she still kissing him. Her train of thought not only ground to a halt, it derailed, killing several pedestrians. After extensive repairs, she managed to pull away and squeeze his hand.

"Kamille? Are you there? Please speak to me or I'll have to run a CAT scan."

Kissing him. What was I thinking? Oh, right, I was trying to go with what my heart said. She mentally crossed 'going with what your heart says' off her list of things to ever do again.

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She stopped, why did she- Oh, he wants her to speak to her then! "Oenone-!" And now he's gone and smashed his lips against you! HIS SWITCH WAS FLIPPED, WHAT DO!?

She broke out in a big smile which was interrupted by him kissing her again. Her eyes went wide (having never learned the ettiquette that says you should close them when you kiss someone) and her heart thumped against her ribcage as if it wanted to break free and go bouncing around the room like Daffy Duck. She returned the kiss, her fingers curling against his shoulders. She had no idea what she was doing.

Kamille broke the kiss briefly- "I-" and then goes back to kissing her as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Next breathe came with- "needed this-" before he tries to sit up, with his arms still holding her tightly.

"Glad to help?" She said, wrapped around him and turning a bright red. Her hand came up stroke his cheek and she kissed him again. It was interesting, her brain told her, how often temperamental and rather angular Kamille could also contain softness like this. She was not yet aware that French kissing was an option.

Kamille smiled. "... I'm not exactly the best at this sort of thing, but if you'll be patient with me, I promise to do my best by you."

Zero was smiling too but looked down and away, turning even redder. "Probably better than me. I've never..." Yeah dude, that was her first (romantic) kiss.