Chapter 513
Daphne
"Camille! Camille!"
I kneel on the ground, trying to get through to her. Nothing is going through. She just keeps repeating it, her voice cracking, her eyes wide and unseeing.
"Not real!"
"She's not real."
[It appears she is experiencing a severe trauma-induced dissociative episode.]
"Well, no fucking shit, 404. Help me. What should I do?"
404 steps closer. Its violet eyes flicker as it processes.
[What she seems to be experiencing is a sensory lock. In her mind, she appears to have been transported to the source of her trauma. Do not try to violently disrupt her. All you can do, host, is exert a verbal and physical anchor.]
"In English, please."
[Offer a repeating line of comfort every forty-five seconds. It might be able to reach her.]
I don't waste another second. I get Camille and pull her against my chest. She struggles, her nails digging into my forearms, but I don't let go.
"She's not real," she gasps.
