The door opens with his urging, and Clementine turns to look close at his hand. It's healed completely. Abruptly, suddenly, she remembers his offer. If she'd taken it, this wound in her shoulder would be healed by now. It wouldn't send these tendrils of pain through her body.

It's not as bad as when she sewed her own arm shut again, but it still fucking hurts.

And it'll hurt for awhile.

"And you use your hand a lot. Must have hurt like hell for a long time. It's a good thing it got healed." She doesn't see a hint of the mark on his hand anymore. He'd likely feel the pain of it for the rest of his life otherwise. She bites down on her lip as the door closes, and they're alone.

She turns toward him. Hesitates. Silence seems to stretch out, but she's already told him one thing she hasn't told anybody else. He gets it. She rubs a hand over her face and lets out a breath, shaky, heavy.

"I killed someone else I loved."