[Wordlessly, he pulls up one sleeve, revealing the dagger tucked away at his wrist and the thick red wire wrapped around the length of his arm. Beneath it are visible the indentations and scars it's left over the 20 years he's worn it day in and day out. In the process, his other sleeve falls back just enough to show the matching weapon on his other arm.]
I began when I was six and you have the same look I had in my eyes back then; I recognize it. Would you like to know how many people I'd killed by the time I was your age? I think I'd lost count by then.
[He was about to question the initial statement, but then came the qualifiers. He shakes his sleeves out and folds his arms before speaking again.]
You've killed, though, and you've ceased to have a reason for it other than keeping yourself alive.
[He sighs. Apparently he isn't cut out for this, as much as he wants to help. Maybe he's being too impatient. It wasn't like Sin had gotten through to him the first time. If his subordinates hadn't dragged him off, he has no idea what might have happened back then.]
I know I can't make you care about the reason I found and the reason I left that life behind me, so all I can do is help you however I can.
I don't want your help anymore. I am not going to be in your debt. Go away.
[Clementine's had enough. She stalks off again with a glare thrown over her shoulder, at least she goes into town and moves quickly in the crowds, to disappear.]
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[Back in town she points at the shops.]
Go that way to get anything you need and leave me alone.
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I began when I was six and you have the same look I had in my eyes back then; I recognize it. Would you like to know how many people I'd killed by the time I was your age? I think I'd lost count by then.
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I don't kill people. Not really, not directly.
[But she can make an exception.]
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You've killed, though, and you've ceased to have a reason for it other than keeping yourself alive.
[He sighs. Apparently he isn't cut out for this, as much as he wants to help. Maybe he's being too impatient. It wasn't like Sin had gotten through to him the first time. If his subordinates hadn't dragged him off, he has no idea what might have happened back then.]
I know I can't make you care about the reason I found and the reason I left that life behind me, so all I can do is help you however I can.
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[Clementine's had enough. She stalks off again with a glare thrown over her shoulder, at least she goes into town and moves quickly in the crowds, to disappear.]