“…I had daydreams. About this life.”

She leans down to pick her knife up off the floor.

AH FUCK THE KNIFE. 

This is what talking to girls always feels like.

"You have daydreams about community college??"

“This life.”

She flips the knife in her hand, and she offers it to Camillo, handle first.

"That ... makes more sense."

And the knife thing makes less sense. Is this a power move?? Is she pointing out that she could kill him even if he were armed and she weren't? If it's supposed to intimidate and confuse him it's working!!

“You were trying to wake me up?”

She motions with her head to the ale.

"Yes! I swear!"

“So wake me up.”

She holds out the knife a little more pointedly.

"--oh."

He takes the knife.

He's holding a knife now.

"You know, you could just finish drinking that."

“If I’m going to die, I want to die bleeding.”

She pulls back her hair and lifts her chin.

This feels really personal! He doesn't know her that well! He's never killed anyone before!

"Are you sure you don't want to, uh--"

Go home first. Have one last party. Let him kiss Anatole again. Go out fighting fifty enemies.

"--wrap anything up, first?"

She hesitates.

The artery in her neck pulses like she’s running.

It probably does that when she fucks Kyou, Camillo's brain informs him.

Anatole isn't real and won't be there when he wakes up, Camillo's brain informs him.

This is a weird alien dream and maybe he could just stay here forever, Camillo's brain informs him.

Shut up, Camillo informs his brain, and he cuts Dorothy's throat.

Her eyes go wide, and her hand shoots up involuntarily to grab his wrist.

It turns out that if you cut someone’s carotid artery, there’s a lot of blood. It soaks his hand and his arm and the front of his shirt and gushes out onto the floor, bright and steaming in the cold air.

And then her body goes slack, and the whole world starts to spin.