( clementine doesn't look away even as he does. she is not ashamed. she is not afraid either. she folds her arms loosely across her chest, but she nods. )

Fixing what we break is really fucking difficult. I've never been able to do it but I've- I've broken things at the edge when there was nothing else. ( she doesn't ever- well. she breaks. she attacks. she fights back. it's endless. she stares down at her hands then as he explains. it makes sense. it's not easy but it makes sense. )

What happens if we let it poison us?