( Clementine still flinches when Michonne says the words even if she can't say she's surprised. Some people think they own other people. They want revenge at any cost despite the fact it's already hard to just survive where they're from.
They want to hurt. She glances away as her hand becomes a fist at her side. )
I hope you all kill him.
( Slowly. She reaches for the letter when Michonne offers it. Her eyes burn as she reads. It's written by Carl. Her throat locks as all at once she understands and wishes she didn't (or wishes this wasn't a truth Michonne had to live with).
Her hand lowers, and finally, she winds her arms around Michonne again to hug her tight. It's shitty, and there's nothing to say to make it less shitty, less terrible. )
He sounds really brave, but I know it's bullshit he even had to be. ( brave. )
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They want to hurt. She glances away as her hand becomes a fist at her side. )
I hope you all kill him.
( Slowly. She reaches for the letter when Michonne offers it. Her eyes burn as she reads. It's written by Carl. Her throat locks as all at once she understands and wishes she didn't (or wishes this wasn't a truth Michonne had to live with).
Her hand lowers, and finally, she winds her arms around Michonne again to hug her tight. It's shitty, and there's nothing to say to make it less shitty, less terrible. )
He sounds really brave, but I know it's bullshit he even had to be. ( brave. )