Then you babysit me. I'm the one who doesn't know where he is.
[This is his Sin impression, isn't it? He's just channeling the stupid crap he spouts all the time. He's going to start laughing like a moron next, isn't he? How did he not kill him back then?]
[Clementine sighs loudly and rolls her eyes. She climbs down half the distance and jumps, landing on her feet in front of him. She just stares at him. At least she doesn't need a weapon right away and abandons the branch.]
Because you don't trust me? Because you think you'll be safer on your own? Because you think I'll get in your way? I'm sure you're quite capable of taking care of yourself, but there's no reason why you should have to. I'll see you as far as your ship.
[That's all there is to it. She frowns at him. She's smaller close up. Starving, slowly. Either way, the gash was enough of an injury it might get infected. All of this matters little to her right now.]
I wouldn't imagine you trust anyone. I don't expect you to trust me with anything more than seeing you to the docks to find your boat. What can I do to get you to allow me that much?
[If she sizes him up, she'll notice that he's not so tall himself. He's a bit better fed than he was when he was her age, but that malnourishment as a child has had its effect. He's also keeping his arms folded to better keep his sleeves in place and his weapons hidden because he doesn't know how she'll react to seeing them.]
I see. I've fought monsters like that, though usually with someone who thought it would be better to make as much noise as possible and draw them all out.
[He has many more years of practice at this, so he's not terribly concerned. There's no real feeling of danger here and, though he's separated from his king, he can still feel Baal's power in Bararaq Sei, so he's quite well armed.]
I never said he was smart, but he is strong enough to pull it off. Also he--and you--aren't alone. You may not find me trustworthy, but I'll look after you nonetheless.
[He probably wouldn't usually be this persistent, but she reminds him a lot of himself at that age. Just quieter and better behaved.]
I'm sure you don't, but always fighting on your own drains you. After a while, you don't have any hope or dreams or happiness left. You don't care, since it's easier that way, but bit by bit every last little piece of you dies. You end up angry all the time because it's the only way you have left to feel anything.
[He sighs.]
These aren't empty words, Clementine. That was my life when I was your age.
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You can ask on the book. Everyone can read what you write. Or hear what you say.
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[Extremely helpful. Why doesn't he have something like this at home?]
Are you planning on waiting in that tree until they come and find you?
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[Clementine isn't sure if she's going to call someone to get her or not. She needs to think about her options. What can she do?]
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[He's surprised she isn't angry yet, really.]
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[This is his Sin impression, isn't it? He's just channeling the stupid crap he spouts all the time. He's going to start laughing like a moron next, isn't he? How did he not kill him back then?]
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You're better off finding someone else.
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[At least she didn't hit him with the branch.]
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[She shrugs a little bit and looks around again, it's a habit, one she can't stop.]
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[That's all there is to it. She frowns at him. She's smaller close up. Starving, slowly. Either way, the gash was enough of an injury it might get infected. All of this matters little to her right now.]
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[If she sizes him up, she'll notice that he's not so tall himself. He's a bit better fed than he was when he was her age, but that malnourishment as a child has had its effect. He's also keeping his arms folded to better keep his sleeves in place and his weapons hidden because he doesn't know how she'll react to seeing them.]
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I don't need an escort. I'm leaving.
[She turns her back on him and starts walking back to town.]
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You're allowed to yell at me, you know.
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[And there goes his language. He was doing so well...]
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[He just shrugs off the "annoying" part. He knows just how annoying he's being.]
I've never heard of them.
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[She glances around as she walks, arms crossed. Here at least she doesn't have to be quite as vigilant or slow in her movements.]
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[He has many more years of practice at this, so he's not terribly concerned. There's no real feeling of danger here and, though he's separated from his king, he can still feel Baal's power in Bararaq Sei, so he's quite well armed.]
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[He probably wouldn't usually be this persistent, but she reminds him a lot of himself at that age. Just quieter and better behaved.]
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[He sighs.]
These aren't empty words, Clementine. That was my life when I was your age.
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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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