[ Clementine shuts her eyes when she talks about losing her son. Her chest clenches up so tightly. She's seen people lose their children in the apocalypse. She doesn't know that there's a worse loss to witness, to feel. Her arm winds around Michonne tightly, holding on to her. ]
I'm so sorry about your son.
[ She is. Her eyes burn, and then- then she manages a light smile. ]
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I'm so sorry about your son.
[ She is. Her eyes burn, and then- then she manages a light smile. ]
She was your light. [ Andrea. ]