Singapore, 2063 | Camille + Alan
Camille walked towards the car that was still waiting for them were they had parked it before this mission. She felt exhaustion creep through her bones and wanted to just quickly get the trip over with. One of the things she truly disliked about her job and special ability was the feeling of time stretching her limps and mind, the feeling of suddenly not being something physical anymore but rather just something else that's wandering through time. It was so easy to get lost in simply existing and seeing different moments of her life and the lives of others pass by her, inviting her in to take a peek. If she was truly honest - and she rarely was to anyone but herself - she often wanted to follow the urge to not exist anymore. It would be such a sweet relief of the pain and guilt she felt weighting down on her shoulders.
Instead the machinery in the Institute and the tracker inside her skull made it impossible for her to get lost like that. It would rip her apart and she'd die and as much as she wished for that to happen, she couldn't let go yet. What would Antoine say if she just gave up like that?
The blonde stopped in her tracks and turned around, when she noticed that the all too familiar footsteps beside her had stopped. She looked back to her partner. "Are you coming? You know I can't drive."
