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[text] Adaptive Immunities: The blog of Shaun Mason. Entry 4: PSA

For the time being please direct all inquiries regarding The Shattered Mirror's newsie and fictional divisions to this blog. Georgia Mason and Georgette Meissonier have both disappeared from Wonderland.

And as a personal side note, with both of my co-editors MIA, I'm not going to be in any kind of mood to deal with bullshit, so if we could keep any "it'll be okay," and "they'll probably be back" or whatever to a minimum, that would be fantastic.

Thanks.

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[ Writing text hurts her arm so she avoids it and goes straight to audio instead, which is just fine, because her initial panicked reaction is exactly what's happening right now: ]

Fuck.

[ First Michonne. Now Georgia, and Clementine knows exactly what was going to happen to Georgia if she was ever sent back. She wants to scream. Mostly she ends up pummeling her fucking fists into the nearest object which just so happens to be the same wall she writes dead people on. ]

If you want me to deal with the bullshit, let me know.

[ That's part of editing, right? She doesn't know, but it fucking sucks, and it must suck more for Shaun and fuck fuck fuck fuck. She's sort of already on her way to the office to check in on him even if he'll be pissed about it. She's used to that. ]

Yeah, basically. [That's about all Shaun wants to say right now, too, which is why he'd stuck to text for his announcement.]

I don't know. I guess it depends on how stupid people get, and how much I want to punch them.

Maybe I shouldn't punch people.

I don't know.

You can punch as many people as you want. I don't care. Sometimes it's satisfying as hell to hurt someone else when you're feeling like shit.

[ It's an admission she likely wouldn't make under ordinary circumstances, but it's true. She walks along the hallway (she forces away the cold feeling into shelves like it's that easy to stop feeling cold, stop being cold, to be something else). She thinks of how attached Shaun and Georgia are, and she knows she's never felt that sort of attachment before (maybe to Lee but- no. not the same). ]

Mostly I didn't want you dealing with shit you didn't want to deal with.

I think that ship has sailed.

[George is gone. That's something he never wanted to deal with again.]

But, yeah. Sometimes lashing out does feel pretty good when you're not feeling so great.

[It probably shouldn't, but Shaun kind of has a temper.]

Alright, smart ass, I meant extra shit you didn't want to deal with on top of the shit you didn't want to deal with. I was trying to lessen the extra bullshit.

[ the smart ass is said affectionately ftr. she's sort of an asshole sometimes so she doesn't really mind, and he has plenty of reason to be. she ends up at the offices, frowning outside of it. she lifts her hand and knocks.

she brings alcohol. rum. she shared it with her own group before it went to hell and she didn't have a group anymore. ]

It's Clementine.

[There's enough of a similarity in tone to when George affectionately calls him an asshole that it stings a little, but not enough that he's going to lock her out of the office.]

It's open.

[ Clementine reaches out, opening the door and then stepping inside. ]

I brought some rum. People drank it back where I'm from. I did too. Mostly it burned, but I don't know if it'll help or not.

[ Still she brought it. ]

It mixes pretty great with Coke. [He motions to the minifridge where they keep their supply. He's not much of a drinker typically, but he still knows what's good.]

How are you holding up?

[He might not be great company right now, but he does know he's not the only one who loves George.]

[ She gets out the coke. They drank it straight before. Maybe when she mixes it with something else, it would burn so bad. Of course, coke just makes her think of Georgia more. She never wants to go back to her own world. She doesn't care what that makes of her, but she knows Georgia wanted it.

She wanted to go back.

Sometimes it pisses Clementine off unfairly. ]

I'm coming to check in on you.

[ Her stomach does a nauseous tangle, flop. ] She told me what happens.

[He winces slightly and frowns at the bottle Clementine had brought.]

Yeah. Her stuff's not gone, but I'm not really sure how comforting that is.

[Sure it means she's more likely to be back, but from when? It's not like she had much of a future to get back to, and George in his head hasn't had much to offer on that point.]

[ Clementine pulls out a coke and some glasses. She pours in rum and coke too though she's not really sure on the measurements. She focuses on the pouring instead of what her heart's doing in her chest, thudding like a stampede. ]

No. But nothing would be right now.

[ She hands one of the drinks to him and then takes a different one, drinks. It's sweeter than having it straight out of the bottle. Still burns. She stares into the drink. ]

I've killed someone I loved before too. [ It's not meant to get him to talk at all. Talking's hard, and it doesn't change what's happened. It's more to signal some understanding on her part even if it's obviously not the same. ]

[Shaun is... definitely going to take his time on the drink. It's stronger than he usually goes for, but he's not going to turn it down. She seems to need this about as much as he does. He glances up at the second comment.]

Kind of the worst, isn't it?

Yeah. It's the worst feeling I've ever felt.

But I didn't want him to become one of them. [ The walkers. It doesn't mean it still didn't hurt like fucking hell. It stays with her like some carved out piece. Sometimes she wonders if it's why Lee let her do it so she'd be hard enough to survive. She tries to think of Shaun having to do it to Georgia, and- and she feels sick. She stares into her drink. ] That seemed worse.

It would have been, yeah. [There's no doubt in Shaun's mind or in his voice about that. Letting the people you love turn is worse than putting a stop to it. It's why he'd shot George, even though he still can't handle it sometimes.] We did the right thing.

We did.

Still hurts like hell. [ It's not like Kenny was- It's not like Kenny was for the same reason. Clementine believed a lie, and she shot to save the person who manipulated it all. It was so different with Lee, but he knows it's even more different for Shaun with Georgia. She's never felt as close to anyone as the two of them seem, close, trusting each other with everything, counting on each other no matter what.

She takes a drink from the glass. ]

Yeah, well, we're still human, so. Stuff like that hurts. [He takes a sip from his own drink. Suppresses a shudder.] Thanks for coming, by the way. If I didn't say it before.

[ Clementine smiles almost distantly when he says they're still human. Her hand tightens over her glass, but she already feels sort of lightheaded from her couple of drinks.

Human until how long? Where's the line? ] Yeah. Of course. Georgia's important to me.

So are you.

Yeah, well. Same goes for you.

You can hang out here as long as you want. I mean, it's not like I'm going anywhere, but you're welcome.

[ Clementine almost smiles when he says the same goes for her (but she can't quite smile because her chest clenches with worry about Georgia that she can't shake away), and she ends up staying, drinking more of the glass than she should though it's not even half gone. She falls asleep in the chair she's sitting on, curled up in it in an awkward position that only kids can manage.

She'll end up checking in on him when she can throughout the next week. ]

[He puts a blanket on her when she falls asleep, and opts to sleep in the office, rather than his and George's room, just in case she needs anything. He knows she's a pretty self-reliant kid, but he wants to be there anyway.

If the Masons had ever deserved another kid, he would have loved a little sister like Clem. But they didn't. Sometimes Wonderland is good for second chances.]

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