"Sounds like you're speaking from experience."

Clementine almost smirks as she looks up at him, but she won't wait until it gets infected. She cleaned and sewed up her own arm so it wouldn't get infected once. If there's anything she knows how to do, it's survive regardless of what it might mean.

Her room's ahead. She points to it. It looks like home, and when she gets sent back to her world, she forgets what it feels like to have one so it almost makes her eyes burn now to see her room ahead.

"I won't do that. I promise."