[Clementine shakes her head. Her grip tightens on her own weapon. She doesn't look away, and she can't wrap her head around it: the idea that much can be done with truth beyond more survival.]
Good luck. [It's said in a low voice and then she swallows (How many people have died for her, because of her? She's not at fault here, but it's still hard to walk away even with survival screaming at her to get somewhere safe).
She walks back to the settlement. She doesn't look back.]
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Good luck. [It's said in a low voice and then she swallows (How many people have died for her, because of her? She's not at fault here, but it's still hard to walk away even with survival screaming at her to get somewhere safe).
She walks back to the settlement. She doesn't look back.]