Camille rolled her eyes. "You mean the role you assigned yourself," she shot back. "People perceive what you show them. No one made you this way. You chose it. Or you choose to maintain it, even now, far from New Orleans." Camille stepped forward. "I'm pretty sure your father is dead and yet, you still fulfill his words about you everyday. It's a choice. You made it. Just like you made the choice to compel me. Your choice." Camille firmly believed that people controlled their own actions, made their own choices, unless some mystic force apparently got in the way. Her brother became a pawn in the exact same game Klaus had made her a part of; he died as a piece in this game. "But damn me. I get it. I can get it," she sighed. "I can understand why you did it. Why you did what you did. In your way, your strange way, you were trying to protect me. You knew I wouldn't leave on my own so you compelled me to. My brother was a victim in your stupid war, or the witches stupid war, you just wanted to make sure I wasn't." Rationality. It was a curse, but Camille and all her psychological training had obtained a good amount of it. She was angry, but the smallest part of her could understand. "I wish I didn't, but I can. It doesn't mean anything. It doesn't mean I want you near me. That we understand each other-" Camille sank down on the edge of her bed. "It means what it means. I understand."
If he wanted to compel her now, make her forget everything she just found out, make her like him again, he could have, but he didn't. Instead, he studied her, the blue eyes and rather sheepish expression. Anger faded, she couldn't keep her face from heating up, and she hated it. "You obviously haven't seen many women in pajamas," she replied. "Or you happen to have some weird fetish on top of all those weird self-hating you have going on and the daddy issues." Yet, Camille was far from the perfect role model of sanity and she knew it. Only a couple days ago, she was seriously thinking she was going crazy with lapses in her memory and her own brother's loss of sanity threatening her own in the wings. Somehow, some way, this so called monster had found something in her...something they had in common and he'd latched on to it. Like she said, she understood.