“You’re around my age, aye? We’re not even twenty yet, five years is still like, a quarter of our lives so far. Sure, it’ll get less as ye age, but...” Cammie says, with her own little shrug, frowning slightly. It’s been four years back home, coming up on the fifth, but it’s all been so distant for her. Until it wasn’t. “But yeah, I definitely cannae imagine what it must be like for a wee kid...”

She shifts on her feet, holds her elbows.

“Ma friends told me bits and pieces about what it’s like, but it’s a lot different seein’ it like this. The fact your life can rely on luck, just ‘cuz you stayed out too late...” She shakes her head. “Ye shouldn’t have to be careful. This shite shouldn’t happen. I know I’m preachin’ to the choir, but...”

It’s fucked up. She already knew she was pretty damn lucky, living in a safe zone that had minimal risk of attack, but it really drives it home.