ercnerd | Catch-all: Clementine

[She's right, of course. He exhales—a cleansing breath—and smiles faintly at no one in particular.]

What's done is done. I've gotten my revenge as well. There's no need to dwell on it.

... It would be nice if getting revenge made trauma go away, but I don't think it works like that.

It doesn't do away with what happened, but it was the only way I could move past my personal business.

[He stretches, starting with his arms over his head.]

No, it's me who should be saying sorry. That memory wasn't meant for you to experience.

Everyone's got memories like that, back home. So it's not like I mind seeing.

I just get the feeling you didn't have a say in it.

. . . It's going to be that sort of week. If you'd rather keep to yourself, I won't chase you down.

Mm. [ she just shrugs! ]

Like I said. Everyone's memories are like that. It's not like I mind people seeing.

Still, it'll be troublesome if they start firing when we're in the middle of something. At least last week's changes weren't so intrusive . . .

[ last week's changes weren't intrusive because we all forgot about them...... ]

Yeah, well. It's always something, here. I didn't know the weird weekly stuff would still happen even when you're on this side of things.

[ she didn't die in her last game... ]

As far as I know, that's always been the case. Sharing memories happened not long after I woke up in the daycare at the school.

... Which do you think is better? This place or a daycare?

[ she can't decide. ]

This place, of course.

Huh.

[ maybe it's just that everywhere sounds kind of cool to her since it's all so different from home.

anyway speaking of fire trauma and daycare. an old memory begins, starting at 1:07:50 until 1:18:00

edit: wait i should probably trigger warn for gun violence as per it is TWD ]

Edited 2022-06-29 18:35 (UTC)

[This place is leaps and bounds better for offering proper food from the outset. Thanks to some unwelcome stardust, however, Sieghart doesn't get the chance to say this.

He recognizes the boy. It's the face he sees every time he passes Clementine's door, and it rankles whenever he does, because children shouldn't have to carry such experiences at that age. Reality isn't always kind, though. After witnessing the fiery daycare, it's no contest to him as to which location is more preferable.

He stares straight ahead.]

. . . That's his name, huh?

[ man being fine with people seeing your memories and then them seeing specifically the one that still gives you nightmares is. unfortunate. but alright, sure. ]

Yeah. Uh... Alvin Junior. After his dad.

[A dad who doesn't appear to be in the picture anymore—one that seems to be just Clementine and Alvin Junior . . . ]

That was good advice back there.