( Clementine swallows it all back. It's part to protect herself from it. It's part because it's not like any of this shit is his fault. She scrubs a hand over her face and then pulls herself up against the counter, sitting on the edge of it. )

No, it's not good. It's pretty shitty. But it's not your fault.

( She breathes out carefully, jaw locking. )

And never thought I'd see him-- you again at all. So it's still good to see you even if you don't know... I mean, you actually do know a version of me, I guess?