( Clementine winds her arms further around Michonne. She agrees to it, but Clementine senses she also struggles with it now. She struggles with finding her purpose, her reason after all the pain. )
I love you too.
( Her eyes burn but she does. Her throat locks up, and she buries herself closer to her. )
I don't want you to carry- to carry me shooting you. I'm okay. It's fucked up, Michonne, but I wanted to because you're- you're my family. ( and she didn't want anyone else to do it, to see her and think zombie and kill her and not know. )
[ There's nothing about what's being said that isn't true. It just breaks her heart. It breaks her, to know so much is fucked up that it's normal. She pulls back, just enough to kiss Clementine's forehead before hugging her again. ]
We're family. And I'm glad...[ No, wrong word, she's not glad. ] ...I'm relieved it was you. Someone who knew what to do.
[ Not in the literal 'you have to kill a walker a certain way' sense. She means the care, the love, the staying. All of that. ]
( Clementine closes her eyes against the kiss. Her fingers dig into Michonne's waist. He wants her to understand- to feel the comfort of it too. )
I'm relieved too.
The thought of anyone else finding you makes me sick. ( she admits, lifting her gaze up to michonne. her eyes burn. tears nearly slip down her face though she keeps them back, but it's true. )
You don't have to worry about me, but I am worried about you.
( Clementine swallows thickly, lifting her head to meet Michonne's gaze. So many people, they couldn't. It's why Clementine was the adult- She was the peacekeeper in a group of adults losing it, crumbling, unable to find their grip again.
It's different in Wonderland. People have more freedom. There's less constant danger. It's still good to hear Michonne wants to pull herself together again if only because Michonne deserves to. She deserves to get to live here, and Clementine will just hope like hell no one else leaves she cares about.
She moves forward, winding her arms around her and then nodding against her. )
I'll probably always worry.
( She swallows thickly past a lump building in her throat. A coldness settles into her bones but a warmth does too. )
[ Sometimes you say things to simply try to help with platitudes, but that doesn't mean they aren't true. Michonne would do anything to take away the burdens on Clementine's mine. But they'll always both mutually care so damn much.
Her arms wrap tighter around Clem, just holding her, stroking her hair. It's all she can do, and she'll do it as long as she'll allow it. ]
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I love you too.
( Her eyes burn but she does. Her throat locks up, and she buries herself closer to her. )
I don't want you to carry- to carry me shooting you. I'm okay. It's fucked up, Michonne, but I wanted to because you're- you're my family. ( and she didn't want anyone else to do it, to see her and think zombie and kill her and not know. )
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We're family. And I'm glad...[ No, wrong word, she's not glad. ] ...I'm relieved it was you. Someone who knew what to do.
[ Not in the literal 'you have to kill a walker a certain way' sense. She means the care, the love, the staying. All of that. ]
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I'm relieved too.
The thought of anyone else finding you makes me sick. ( she admits, lifting her gaze up to michonne. her eyes burn. tears nearly slip down her face though she keeps them back, but it's true. )
You don't have to worry about me, but I am worried about you.
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[ She pulls back, just so she can see Clementine's face better. ]
I got a reason to want to pull myself together. You. So you don't have to worry. Not after today.
[ She's officially done, and she's going to get herself back into shape. Clementine does a lot for her want to be okay again. ]
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It's different in Wonderland. People have more freedom. There's less constant danger. It's still good to hear Michonne wants to pull herself together again if only because Michonne deserves to. She deserves to get to live here, and Clementine will just hope like hell no one else leaves she cares about.
She moves forward, winding her arms around her and then nodding against her. )
I'll probably always worry.
( She swallows thickly past a lump building in her throat. A coldness settles into her bones but a warmth does too. )
But I know you will. It's what we do.
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Her arms wrap tighter around Clem, just holding her, stroking her hair. It's all she can do, and she'll do it as long as she'll allow it. ]