( Clementine can see through it, and she's not capable of even trying right now. She knows what she's done. She knows he is going to disagree, and that's just fucking that. Fuck, she wishes she could- This is her home. She should be allowed to defend it, to defend the people she cares about instead of being a fucking burden, instead of being something they have to worry about instead of worrying about their own lives. She sinks down to the floor of the room she's found, shoving her bag aside, pulling out a weapon.
It took her awhile to get up here.
She hears the switch in his voice, hears the faux cheer instead of his usual. It means she knows he is already thinking about what she's thinking about, and so she has no finesse in her delivery. Like a sledgehammer, she comes out with it. )
You saw the Event announcement.
...you saw Natasha's post after. It's going to be dangerous. People are going to have to run.
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Date: 2019-05-07 10:16 pm (UTC)It took her awhile to get up here.
She hears the switch in his voice, hears the faux cheer instead of his usual. It means she knows he is already thinking about what she's thinking about, and so she has no finesse in her delivery. Like a sledgehammer, she comes out with it. )
You saw the Event announcement.
...you saw Natasha's post after. It's going to be dangerous. People are going to have to run.