[Voice - Action for the Koumyou] Guess who's back?

[bravelittlehero]

[There's a small crash as a journal has fallen onto the deck of the Koumyou, in the middle of the night. Then there's a voice, a familiar voice but it's a little deeper, Clementine sounds a little older.

She's not yet aware that her surroundings have changed and for those that come to see her she's splattered with blood on her face and her hands and her left sleeve is soaked through. Clementine is about a head taller, as she's no longer nine, but eleven.

Her voice is strong and defiant and she'd been in the process of turning around.]

I'm still. Not. Bitten.

[She's breathing a little hard from exertion.]

Comments

[sharkasm]

Good. It's no use denying the truth. Better to realize and use it. Or change it, if you can.

[bravelittlehero]

There isn't much changing it.

[Clementine looks a little sad at that and she sighs a little.]

People aren't very nice anymore.

[sharkasm]

Everybody's only looking after themselves in the end.

[He sounds fairly sad himself, incredibly, but he's not going to lie to her.]

That's why you gotta look after yourself, too. Choose a path and stay on it.

[bravelittlehero]

[To hear him say that, she's surprised.]

Not everyone, not really but pretty close. I'm looking after myself, at least, I'm trying to. It's hard sometimes. It's not just the zombies that are a threat anymore.

[sharkasm]

[The way he sees it, better she learn the truth now than later. Whether he actually sticks to that "truth" himself when push comes to shove is another matter, but he does try.]

What, there's more monsters wandering around in your world?

[bravelittlehero]

[She shakes her head.]

Just humans. Nobody wants to work together. The longer it goes on, the less there is to go around and people are killing each other for their supplies. Nobody trusts anyone.

[She sniffles a bit, but that's as far as she's willing to go towards crying.]

Everyone's afraid.

[She puts her hand over her bloodied sleeve, it's a reminder how far people would go not to trust one another, in her opinion.]

[sharkasm]

[Nooooooo no tears! That sniffle may have him panic a little.]

Fear is a shitty motivator.

[bravelittlehero]

[No tears. There isn't time for tears anymore, they don't help anything.]

I guess so. It's what keeps everyone alive though. I get it. It doesn't help me though. My group is gone.

[sharkasm]

Sorry.

[It's not much, but at least he means it. There's not much he can do, anyway, avoiding eye contact as he hangs his head a little.]

[bravelittlehero]

[She wishes she could say it's okay, but it isn't. Instead she settles for something else.]

Thank you.

[Clementine finishes her sandwich and drinks down some juice, already feeling a little better physically.]

I might be okay, but a dog bit me and the people I met got really scared because they were sure it was a walker that bit me. That's not what happened though.

[sharkasm]

Yeah... Like I said, people are dumb when they're scared.

[Not that he really knows about that kind of fear, but he can pretend. It's something of a weird attempt to make her feel better, just talking along with her.]

Anyway, you're back here now. [It's far from safe - as everything that happened during her absence highlighted - but...] We're not going to do that to you.

[bravelittlehero]

[She appreciates the gesture and she nods.]

I know you won't.

[She smiles just a little bit. It might be hard to get used to again, but she just needs some time.]