Writing in his diary, Kamille was a such a sensitive soul.

Kamille, listen, who cares if your name is a girl’s name. And it is, Kamille. It is. But it doesn’t have to–put down the ball–it doesn’t have to define you because you can CHANGE it, Kamille. Buy a mask or some sunglasses and call yourself WHATEVER you want. People are idiots. Also it’s pronounced BAH-JEEN-AH. Of course I know how it SOUNDS, Kamille. I’m not an IDIOT. I’m a drunk who makes poor choices. Let’s see you stay off the sauce after your first few war crimes, Kamille. Let’s see how sober YOU are. Now shut up and get back in the cockpit.