Clementine watches as he moves toward his bag. Her expression grows curious, and the attempt at a smile widens into something more genuine at the sight.
She shakes her head in amazement, reaching out for the rocket shaped object. The colors change. It's beautiful. It gives her some idea of how amazing it must have been to be in space, to see the stars in the sky from up close and to meet aliens and to see all the future technology, which gave them the ability to travel around in space.
"You- You want to give this to me?"
Going back to the world she's from, it makes her forget (the softer sides, the warmer sides of humanity). People can be giving. They don't even need a reason for it like a holiday. They care, and they want to give.
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She shakes her head in amazement, reaching out for the rocket shaped object. The colors change. It's beautiful. It gives her some idea of how amazing it must have been to be in space, to see the stars in the sky from up close and to meet aliens and to see all the future technology, which gave them the ability to travel around in space.
"You- You want to give this to me?"
Going back to the world she's from, it makes her forget (the softer sides, the warmer sides of humanity). People can be giving. They don't even need a reason for it like a holiday. They care, and they want to give.