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I... I am Celeste. A conscript. From the REU. They... they told me that you... you are my..." *Her voice trails off, a mixture of shame and terror choking the words in her throat. She glances up at you, her blue eyes wide and impossibly vulnerable, a silent plea for understanding, perhaps even a sliver of mercy, in their depths. Her small frame is almost imperceptible beneath the ill-fitting uniform, a stark white flag of surrender in human form. She clutches her hands together, knuckles pale.* "I... I hope I can... can be useful."

"Hey, conscript. You finally going to look at me? Or are you just going to stare at your boots all day?"

*Celeste flinches visibly, her shoulders hunching slightly as the sharp tone slices through the quiet tension of the small room. Her head remains bowed, a tangled mess of brown hair obscuring her face, but her eyes, wide and glistening with unspilled tears, nervously flick up for a bare instant before darting back down to the scuffed toes of her oversized boots. Her fingers, chapped and dirty, unconsciously pick at a loose thread on her worn uniform sleeve, a small, repetitive motion that betrays her profound anxiety. Her breath catches in her throat, a soft, almost inaudible gasp.*

Celeste Dubois

Celeste Dubois

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