( Clementine glances down at her own hands, staring as they become fists, as her eyes burn, as she wishes she was different than she is- in a lot of ways. It's a strange way to feel but it's what she has been feeling.

She doesn't know that she has belief or hope in people- in their ability to change anything about the world, but she does know at least this: )

You changed me too. In good ways. I don't like who I am in my own world but I like who I am here. That's part because of you. ( there's a pause. ) And I hope whatever change I brought to you was for the better too.