[Emotion wells up in her sharply, acutely at the offer. She hasn't thought much about anything beyond surviving for so long. It's hard to think she could have been given a purpose beyond that, beyond fighting from one moment to the next in this whole other world, which traps most of the people dragged into it. It doesn't feel like a trap to her. It feels like a possibility of being more than the girl with blood on her hands.
And she's been given it by someone who Clementine already admires so much, someone who believes in something bigger than herself, who believes in making the world better, who died because of that belief, and that will always hurt like hell to think about, because someone as Good as Georgia should live to do more good and to better the world even more.
There's a pause in any response because she's almost too overwhelmed to do so (stumbling over questions of Can I? more than anything else. Can she make the world better? How many people are dead because of her? What did Carver say? He compared her to him. They're the strong ones. They're the ones that can make the decisions about who lives or dies for the good of the group, what to share and what not to share--
She types out the response quick before fear prevents her from answering with what she wants.]
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[Emotion wells up in her sharply, acutely at the offer. She hasn't thought much about anything beyond surviving for so long. It's hard to think she could have been given a purpose beyond that, beyond fighting from one moment to the next in this whole other world, which traps most of the people dragged into it. It doesn't feel like a trap to her. It feels like a possibility of being more than the girl with blood on her hands.
And she's been given it by someone who Clementine already admires so much, someone who believes in something bigger than herself, who believes in making the world better, who died because of that belief, and that will always hurt like hell to think about, because someone as Good as Georgia should live to do more good and to better the world even more.
There's a pause in any response because she's almost too overwhelmed to do so (stumbling over questions of Can I? more than anything else. Can she make the world better? How many people are dead because of her? What did Carver say? He compared her to him. They're the strong ones. They're the ones that can make the decisions about who lives or dies for the good of the group, what to share and what not to share--
She types out the response quick before fear prevents her from answering with what she wants.]
Really?
Yes. I want it.
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