Clementine realizes that once again, she's not getting anywhere with this line of conversation. It's frustrating, because it makes it so hard for her to trust Reals when they do this, which is probably ironic. It's because they're willing to give mirrors a chance at all that they give her the time of day.

She's just seen the kind of shit that goes on over there. Her shoulders tighten, and she shrugs.

"Like I said, I'm tired of living that way- tired of not caring. I'm trying to care more than I care about surviving for once."

It's just not easy.

"But you can do what you want with what I've said. I haven't been able to convince anyone of this shit anyway."