Aren't you two friends? ( Clementine blurts it out before she can help it, but they- she always thought Tim and Jay were. She told Jay as much, because why wouldn't they be? Her gaze turns to Saan then, breathing in sharp, shaking her head. Her chest still aches when she thinks of dying, being carried by Mae, waking up after. )

Sometimes shit makes it so kids are as likely to die as anybody else. It'd be hypocritical of me too. ( To say what Sans said. Clementine's pointed her gun at someone around her age before. That same kid is the one who shot her, trying to kill her. She's a dangerous little girl. She made herself that way. Sometimes they have to make themselves that way. )

Sans has a really good plan. Sorry you did this shit already. It's bullshit. People deserve their privacy. ( They deserve that much. They deserve to not blurt out truths when it's hard or painful. Truth can be a weapon. ) We can stuff food in our face on the way out. Maybe that'll help, but I'm not humiliated, and I don't fucking judge, and I still want to hang out again with you guys.

( She picks up candy bars to toss each of their ways. she doesn't have anything she cares that much to keep in. No secrets. She lies to stay alive, but she hasn't needed to do that here so she can be the last to leave. Let them get out and get far. )