Clem briefly looks away, almost giving into temptation to look back at Duck's slow breathing, masked body and wonder how she could ever be like Carver, how she could ever be an us in the same situation as him, how she could ever get around the idea of being as violent, cruel and uncaring as the man sitting before her as if he was her teacher having a private conversation to her about her behavior in class. Then she looked back into his eyes, her pupils glaring daggers in the hopes of killing him.
"I'm not like you."
He smirks. "I know it when I see it. And we're more alike than you think. In fact, I think you realize it, but you're not comfortable with it, yet. There's no way you could have made it this long otherwise. Just look at you now, saying something so ballsy while getting the privilege of ice cream and a warm bed in this world, the possibility of such privileges being taken away lingering over whatever you say next. I could have kicked you out of the bedroom for saying something like that; but I won't, because that's how I know I'm right."
She's almost impressed. He continues. "But I realized it way sooner, back at that cabin. You were scared," he leans closer to her, their eyes remaining locked, "but you looked me straight in the eye - kept your nerve while Christa and Charles couldn't. They're the weak ones in this world, Clementine, and yet you guided them to safety, to the best of your ability. That's what we need, if we're gonna get through this." He pulls back to his position on the desk away from her. "The next generation has to be stronger than the last to lead us out of this. Kid's like you, raised the right way, the way my child oughta be raised. Lee raised you this way, to be a fighter, to survive with thick skin. That's how my kid is going to come out, how Christa's is going to come out, what your friend Duck can hopefully be converted into after a lot of course correction."
Carver clears his throat. "It ain't this herd that keeps me up at night; we can handle that. It's not knowing if I got anyone to hand all this off to. But I don't have to worry about that now." He seems so confident, so sure of himself that Rebecca's baby is his, that Alvin isn't his own wife's baby's father. It infuriates her… but what if he's right? What if it is his baby? And what if it doesn't matter? The cabin group have basically been living on borrowed time since she met them, and now here they are, in a place where the baby might have a good life. But then she looks back at Duck and realizes what kind of life good is to these people. Either way, she has to say something.
Choices
A: It's not yours, it's Alvin's
B: I'll help you
C: You're both his father
D: I'll raise him
Relationships
Lee: 15/15
Carley: 15/15
Christa: 12/15
Molly: 15/15
Chuck: 15/15
Kenny: 10/15
Duck: 14/15
Ben: 15/15
Walter: 7/15
Sarita: 8/15
Luke: 14/15
Pete: 14/15
Nick: 11/15
Carlos: 11/15
Sarah: 13/15
Alvin: 10/15
Rebecca: 11/15
Carver: 10/15 (He thinks he knows why you said what you said. He understands and hopes to show you more of your shepherd side in the future)
Tavia: 7/15
Stan: 5/15
Shel: 6/15
Becca: 5/15
Bonnie: 7/15
Johnny: 5/15
Shawn: 8/15
Wyatt: 7/10
Eddie: 6/10
Troy: 3/15
Justin: 7/15
Danny: 6/10
Sam: 5/15