[Georgia just nods. Sharing this didn't feel like a huge deal, but maybe that's the clinical detachment she likes to sink into talking. Feelings don't have to be a big deal if you don't acknowledge them as such, right?]
How're you doing after your trip home, by the way? That was... something.
[Georgia's expression softens very slightly. Georgia wouldn't want to take care of a kid either, by herself or with Shaun or anyone else. And she's not a kid. Clementine shouldn't have to.
But she does. The world never asks what you want before it shoves new burdens on you. You get them and then you can either rise to the challenge or fail. There's no other option.]
It's okay not to want that. It's a lot of responsibility that in a better world, you wouldn't have. But I do know that you're strong and smart and when you do go back.... you'll do great. I have no doubt at all.
( Clementine lifts her head to look up at Georgia, and she even manages a smile. )
Thank you. I don't want it, but I know I'm gonna do whatever I can to take care of him. I just hope I don't... go back even if I get this place is temporary and everything. ( It's strange- terrible really. Back there, she feels like she ought to stay away from people. There's a comfort in the isolation despite the fact it means an infant has to rely on her wholly, but she doesn't trust anyone or anything. It's in Wonderland that Clementine's realized not everyone's gonna screw you over, realized how important it is to have help. )
...what about you? How are you since this place sent you back and like all the shit you went through? ( Cause that was a lot of shit. )
[As okay as can be expected, anyway. But she has Shaun and she has a way to publish her words and she enough Coke to satisfy even her. She might still start to panic in rooms with white walls, but she's getting better. Maybe not quickly, but she is. Someday she might even be okay. That'll probably be the day Wonderland sends her home again, but it might happen.]
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How're you doing after your trip home, by the way? That was... something.
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( It seems like a recipe for disaster. It seems like she'll fail, and who else will she have to blame? No one.
No one but herself. )
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But she does. The world never asks what you want before it shoves new burdens on you. You get them and then you can either rise to the challenge or fail. There's no other option.]
It's okay not to want that. It's a lot of responsibility that in a better world, you wouldn't have. But I do know that you're strong and smart and when you do go back.... you'll do great. I have no doubt at all.
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Thank you. I don't want it, but I know I'm gonna do whatever I can to take care of him. I just hope I don't... go back even if I get this place is temporary and everything. ( It's strange- terrible really. Back there, she feels like she ought to stay away from people. There's a comfort in the isolation despite the fact it means an infant has to rely on her wholly, but she doesn't trust anyone or anything. It's in Wonderland that Clementine's realized not everyone's gonna screw you over, realized how important it is to have help. )
...what about you? How are you since this place sent you back and like all the shit you went through? ( Cause that was a lot of shit. )
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[As okay as can be expected, anyway. But she has Shaun and she has a way to publish her words and she enough Coke to satisfy even her. She might still start to panic in rooms with white walls, but she's getting better. Maybe not quickly, but she is. Someday she might even be okay. That'll probably be the day Wonderland sends her home again, but it might happen.]
Wonderland's a lot calmer than home ever is.