Clementine is sure Kokichi is worried about Louis. She's sure it was painful, but she means Kokichi wasn't hurt by the walker that stole Louis' body. Wonderland is now in disarray. She hasn't had the chance to tell Louis about that. She doesn't know how to put that to words.
So many people they loved were turned to dust, and others maybe died too. She's not sure. She couldn't keep track.
Her eyes burn at the question, and she hates herself for it a little, almost out of instinct. Vulnerability has always been dangerous, but not with him, and still she has to fight against the natural tendency to be too hard, too sharp, too withdrawn (especially now, especially after all that, especially after seeing him like that). These sharp edges of hers that would only serve to cut regardless of what she wants. But also damn him for asking about her again when he was gone, empty, did-not-exist.
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Clementine is sure Kokichi is worried about Louis. She's sure it was painful, but she means Kokichi wasn't hurt by the walker that stole Louis' body. Wonderland is now in disarray. She hasn't had the chance to tell Louis about that. She doesn't know how to put that to words.
So many people they loved were turned to dust, and others maybe died too. She's not sure. She couldn't keep track.
Her eyes burn at the question, and she hates herself for it a little, almost out of instinct. Vulnerability has always been dangerous, but not with him, and still she has to fight against the natural tendency to be too hard, too sharp, too withdrawn (especially now, especially after all that, especially after seeing him like that). These sharp edges of hers that would only serve to cut regardless of what she wants. But also damn him for asking about her again when he was gone, empty, did-not-exist.
She swallows thickly and shakes her head.
"No."