❝… I don’t think so.❞

❝ No one cαяєѕ what you think. ❞
[an eyebrow quirks.]
❝… I t’ought y’didn’t like the idea a’ yer arm bein’ cut off.❞

❝ It’d be for a gσσ∂ reason. ❞
❝ Jeez... sorry, kid. I was just tryin’ to prove my point. When’d you get so moody, anyway? Hormones been takin’ their toll? ❞

❝ —-puberty hits at thirteen, I gυєѕѕ ?
You’re just being an asshole. ❞

❝ I’d give my left arm for a cheeseburger. ❞
”We gotta run
and run soon.”

[ that’s enough for her feet to
move, gaze quickly glancing at beth. ]
❝ —We need to hide ! ❞
❝ Well, I’m sure you wouldn’t want me to baby you. You’re a tough little girl— we both know that. First eleven year old I’ve met who’s sewn up her own arm… that said, there ain’t too many children around these days. That’s not the point, though. ❞

❝ You’re talking out of the way. ❞
[ The more she tries to make sense of it
The less sense it makes
And the more her head hurts ]❝ That makes even less—
maybe we should just not think about it.
I mean —
this could be kinda cool, right? ❞

[ clementine just nods head in approvement,
this being one of not many good things that
happened recently and she’s very open to welcome it. ]
❝ Yeeah. We could prank Luke
really good. Or Sarah —everybody. ❞
❝ Woah, woah. Where’d this come from all of a sudden? ‘Course I do, kiddo. ❞

❝ Doesn’t seem like it. ❞
❝Zombies and shit.❞
❝Have you been alright without me?❞

❝ ………….. ❞
❝ Yeah —kinda lonely. ❞
❝I’ve been fine. Just a little…——— shaky.❞
❝But how about you, Clementine?❞

❝ What happened ? ❞
❝ I’ve been —gσσ∂. ❞