[D8, MM] Tilting at Dragons

[Camilo Batista]

After a short but strenuous run, Camilo returned to the house and headed to the Confessional, dressed in shorts and a loose tanktop with a sheen of sweat evidencing how hard he'd pushed himself that morning. Maybe it would be a chance to unburden himself. To change how he was feeling about it all coming to a end. To break the cycle he was only beginning to become aware of.

He couldn't lie to himself, Camilo felt a bit used in the whole process. It was something he was familiar with and could recognize. He wasn't entirely opposed to it, as long as he got something out of it, but maybe that was part of his problem.

All this build up and hype. The fifteen minutes of fame that was dangled in front of the contestants. It was no different than a little baggy slipped between shielded hands, a needle prepped and waiting after a particularly hard job, or a line cut and waiting at a party... This was just a different kind of dragon to chase, a different carrot. But what was the stick?

He realized he'd been sitting in the chair staring at nothing for an awkward amount of time, so he started saying what he felt. No big preplanned speech to convince whoever, that wasn't his way. Just his honest thoughts, "I'm not even sure this is what I want anymore, to be on a Justice Elite team. I want to do good things with my abilities, to take pain away from those who don't deserve it. No? And maybe even I want to give pain to those who do deserve it." It was truly a confession in the moment. Something Camilo hadn't fully admitted to himself before now. "If I am needed for the team, I will do my part. If I am not, maybe I will return to Rio. Do for them what Tsehay Moqe does for Mudaba Adin."

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D8, MM, TaD, Persuasion | 1d20+1 ⇒ 17