Clementine looked at Reggie's body untwisted on the floor, his legs were turned to random angles and a pool of blood had formed underneath him.
She felt nothing when Carver pushed him to his death, even though, in a way, she was the one who made him kill Reggie, since she refused to do the job.
And she still blamed it on the man's poor explanation.
She doesn't care, Reggie turned out to be a real "puppy dog", and was not useful in helping the group escape. Instead, he tried to convince them to stay in that prison. And now, she had one less obstacle in front of her.
Carver- Weakness... Incompetence... Put us all at risk, and that won't be tolerated. You think about that the next time you are asked to do something.
He looked at Clementine with folded arms, but somehow the girl didn't feel that his intense gaze was directed at her. It was then that Carver looked at Sarah, who had her two arms locked in front of her trembling body, was breathing heavily, and had her eyes fixed on the floor.
Carver- Go downstairs. Bonnie has a few more things for you to do. Whenever you leave the yard, go talk to her.
Clementine walked toward the door, ignoring Carver and not looking back.
As she descended the stairs, she walked over to the red-haired woman waiting up ahead.
Bonnie- Hey. So, they want you to take some supplies to the guys working on the expansion. Pretty simple, just bring it to them.
The girl took the bucket from Bonnie's hands and walked towards the place the woman had pointed out. But first, she turned to the redhead.
Clementine- Your friend Carver has just pushed Reggie off the roof. One of yours is dead, and this time I didn't do anything.
She said neutrally, but with an obvious provocative tone in her voice. The girl then turned away, ignoring Bonnie's gaze.
Stepping through the door, Clementine took a quick look at Reggie's body, lying on the other side of the fence, walking back a moment later.
She ignored the analytical and somewhat angry look from Troy, who was watching her from the rooftop, focusing her eyes on the door ahead.
Kenny- I'm not doing this shit! You want to stay here and be their little bitch, be my guest!
She heard Kenny say in a loud, but not angry tone. She walked through the door and looked at the three men standing there in front of a window with some boards nailed to it.
- If you don't do this, you'll get us all in trouble. I'm already pissed at you for making me go without food today!
The tall, dark-skinned man, whose name was Mike, replied in an irritated tone, looking at Kenny with a straight face.
Duck- Really? And what are you gonna do about it? Because as far as I know, we don't give a fuck!
The boy crossed his arms, looking defiantly at Mike.
"Like father, like son" - The girl thought, a little amused, in a way.
Clementine- Guys... Carver just killed Reggie.
They stopped arguing and looked at the girl.
Mike- What?
Duck- What the fuck?!
She walked over, placing the bucket in front of the three of them.
Clementine- Yeah. Carver pushed Reggie off the roof because he just wanted to. We have to think of a way out of here as soon as possible.
She crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking at the faces of the three of them.
Duck- Troy will be suspicious of your delay, we can't discuss it here.
He said, picking up the bucket and carrying it to some random corner.
Kenny- We'll have to discuss this at night, as far as I know, it's the only time we'll be together again.
The man said, putting his hands on his waist and shaking his head.
Mike- You better go kid. Troy will get suspicious.
She uncrossed her arms and turned, walking out of the room.
As she closed the door behind her, the girl looked at Troy, who was coming down the stairs a bit irritated.
As usual.
She walked towards him, not looking directly at him. The man sighed and stopped in front of the bigis store door.
Troy- Damn, what took you so long?! When they tell you to deliver something, just deliver it and go! Fucking useless!
He complained, but she just ignored him, walking past without looking at him, or at least acknowledging his existence.
And that, of course, pissed Troy off.
Troy- I'm not finished, you bitch! You are so lucky. Bill called me on the radio, he wants you in his office now! That's the only reason you got out of meeting the back of my hand.
He said, trying to sound intimidating. Clementine continued with the same expression, no matter what Troy did, she would just see him as an insect to be eliminated.
She had met people with much friendlier appearances before, but they intimidated her much more.
She turned around, without saying a word, and walked toward the door.
As she reached the stairs, Clementine looked confused at Rebecca, who walked past her crying, but ignored her, going back up the steps.
Carver- She is a strong woman, surrounded by weak men. I won't let my son be raised around people like that. Come in.
He stepped away from the door, making room for Clementine to enter.
The first thing she saw was Alvin sitting on a chair in the corner of the office, covered in blood, and passed out. There were several cuts and bruises all over his face, which indicated that he had been beaten for some time.
Carver- He passed out hours ago. Huh, he passed out like a baby, which was strange, since I didn't use that much strength. Sometimes a man's weakness surprises me.
He said as he noticed the girl looking at Alvin, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, and staring indifferently at the motionless body in the chair.
Clementine- It wasn't a fair fight.
She said after a while, looking at Alvin's bound hands.
Carver- Yeah, I guess it wasn't. But life isn't fair most of the time.
He crossed his arms, looking amused at the girl.
Clementine- Is this how you scare other people, huh? By tying a man to a chair and beating him? Wow, you're a dangerous man.
She said wryly, clearly teasing Carver, who simply smiled.
Carver- Oh, that attitude... That's one of the things I'm going to have to fix about you, but damn, I love that side of you.
He said with a small smile, and Clementine felt her skin tingle at the disgusting tone he used.
He nodded to the side and walked toward the table, circling it.
Clementine followed him and sat down in her chair.
Carver- Now, make sure you tell me the truth. Or you'll end up just like our friend Alvin in that chair.
He said, standing in front of the table, knowing that his threat would not affect Clementine.
And the girl's unchanged look only confirmed his suspicions.
Carver- Now... Maybe you won't believe me but... I liked Reggie, he was a funny guy. He made things light. You need people like that, it's easy to let depression sink in, especially in times like these.
Carver walked to the side, leaning back in his chair.
Carver - But he was weak. And I don't mean just because he was maimed, that wasn't his problem. Reggie was weak-minded, weak in character. And we can't have that, not anymore, not in the state we're in.
Clementine looked at him with an arched eyebrow, wondering where he was going with that conversation.
Carver - You see, Reggie has put us at risk with his incompetence. He has had a string of screw-ups lately. Killing one to save many is part of survival. It is one of the most tough decisions that a weak person can''t make. That's why it's up to people like "us" to lead them to safety.
He said, sitting down on the table, opposite Clementine. He emphasized the word "we" and pointed at him and the girl, who arched an eyebrow.
Clementine- "We"?Are you saying that we''re the same?
She said in disbelief, causing Carver to crack a soft smile.
Carver- I know it when I see it. And we're a lot more alike than you think. In fact, I think you already realize that ... but you're not comfortable with it yet.
He bent down slightly, looking deep into Clementine's eyes.
Carver- There's no way you could have survived this long, otherwise. I could tell in that cabin, you were scared, you were hesitant, but you stood your ground, you looked me straight in the eye, and you played a game most people wouldn't have the guts to play. And you played it really well.
He pointed to his own eyes, slowly walking away.
Clementine- I didn't do anything special, I just chose to use the best of my alternatives, and I just paid attention to what you said, there's nothing "amazing" about using logic.
She answered, crossing her arms and throwing her back against the chair.
Carver laughed lightly at this, causing the girl to arch an eyebrow once again.
Carver- The more you say, the more you prove me right. Do you think a weak person would have done what you did? Do you have any idea how many people have the courage to look me in the eye for more than five seconds? Almost no one in this camp can even do that. Hell, they can barely face a group of walkers without shitting their pants.
He stopped laughing, staring at Clementine once more.
Clementine- Walkers are easy to deal with, people are the problem.
She said to herself, but loud enough for Carver to hear, and smiled at the girl.
Carver- You were raised to be strong, to be a survivor, a leader, not someone's lapdog, not to follow someone's orders. You were raised to overcome all kinds of difficulties, and whoever did that, did a good job...
Carver- You are strong, and you are what we need if we are going to overcome all of this. The next generation needs to be stronger than the old to lead us out of this mess.
He stood up, circling the table again.
Carver- I saw that same thing in the eyes of your friend out there, what's his name? Duck? He and I are similar too, but not like you. Kids like you, raised the right way, the way my child will be raised.
He stood up, walking towards the radio next to the stereo, answering Tavia who had called him.
After some time of conversation, he turns off the radio and turns around, walking towards Clementine again.
Carver- You have everything it takes to lead the weaker ones, but of course I will have to "re-educate" you in some just need a "father" to show you the way.
He said, opening the office door.
Clementine blinked a few times, looking at him with a disbelieving expression.
Clementine-What?! You're not my father!
Carver- Not yet, but after a while together, you'll come to see me that way. Like I said, we're more alike than you think.
He waved her out of the office, and Clementine held back the strong urge she felt to tell him to go fuck himself. But she controlled herself, taking a deep breath and walking toward the door.
"No fucking way, asshole".
