Clementine nods. The big dragon thing. She never really read the story herself until she came to Wonderland, and she wanted to know all she could about it.
"It's bad. It was here before, infecting people's dreams." She's not an expert on it. The last time she read the story was a long time ago. "It's hungry, hungrier than walkers. A whole helluva lot stronger than them too."
She swallows at the other question, and then shakes her head.
"I don't know. A lot. I saw Steven go-" Her eyes close, and she breathes in and then breathes out. Her eyes open once more, and she finds a steady place to stand on somehow in the midst of all this uncertainty and pain, fear and grief. It's an ugly mix like a boulder within. "I can't get a hold of Michonne. A lot of people are just- They're gone."
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"It's bad. It was here before, infecting people's dreams." She's not an expert on it. The last time she read the story was a long time ago. "It's hungry, hungrier than walkers. A whole helluva lot stronger than them too."
She swallows at the other question, and then shakes her head.
"I don't know. A lot. I saw Steven go-" Her eyes close, and she breathes in and then breathes out. Her eyes open once more, and she finds a steady place to stand on somehow in the midst of all this uncertainty and pain, fear and grief. It's an ugly mix like a boulder within. "I can't get a hold of Michonne. A lot of people are just- They're gone."