[Clementine shuts her eyes tight, rubs her face. She's never thought so much about the truth before. It's always been about surviving, and Georgia seems so- so accepting of what happens. It's hard for Clementine to wrap her head around. It's a combination of this anger surging up inside of her and this pain at the thought that Georgia still dies in a future which is more hopeful than what she knows, but it's still shitty cause of zombies, cause of people.
There are no easy answers, and she knows what it is like to shoot someone you love so she feels for Shaun.]
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There are no easy answers, and she knows what it is like to shoot someone you love so she feels for Shaun.]
I'm glad that fucker didn't get away with it.
Are you okay?