He's happy to pass his souvenir into Clementine's hands. Her expression says it all: she'll be better served by it. Anders is hardly as old as he acts--as if he's lived a thousand lives and late 20s is the peak of all human wisdom--but it's still true he's had years more than Clementine to experience moments and make a roadmap to the past from knickknacks picked up along the way. It's her turn.
"I was able to live among the stars for a while, that's enough for me," he says, smiling to see her intrigue turn to interest. "It's yours. I'm only sorry it wasn't a cat that followed me back."
A space cat would make a fine gift and cheer up her room, which seems noticeably cat-less at the moment. They'll have to do something about getting Clementine a roommate to watch over her sometime in the future.
Before that, though, Anders isn't quite done playing Santa Claus just yet. He gives the bag a light shake, and from within comes the sound tinkling glass. "And there's more! I took the liberty of packing you some potions should something like this happen again and I'm not around. They'll help restore your strength when you drink them."
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"I was able to live among the stars for a while, that's enough for me," he says, smiling to see her intrigue turn to interest. "It's yours. I'm only sorry it wasn't a cat that followed me back."
A space cat would make a fine gift and cheer up her room, which seems noticeably cat-less at the moment. They'll have to do something about getting Clementine a roommate to watch over her sometime in the future.
Before that, though, Anders isn't quite done playing Santa Claus just yet. He gives the bag a light shake, and from within comes the sound tinkling glass. "And there's more! I took the liberty of packing you some potions should something like this happen again and I'm not around. They'll help restore your strength when you drink them."