( Clementine nods as her hands become little, useless fists at her sides, and she swallows thickly. She knows how much Iris must have missed her dad and her brother. She's grateful she gets to go back to them even if she can't shake the way it feels.
Somewhere deep down. )
I'd hate for that too.
( She shakes her head. )
It's good you made up. It's hard enough losing someone without having something unfinished between you. ( Throw in a fight as a last conversation, it's that much harder. )
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Somewhere deep down. )
I'd hate for that too.
( She shakes her head. )
It's good you made up. It's hard enough losing someone without having something unfinished between you. ( Throw in a fight as a last conversation, it's that much harder. )
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[If it hadn't been for Clementine's intervention, it might not have happened. This quickly, anyway.]