[He looks down as he says it, stares at his hands because he doesn't even have to try hard to still see Allison's blood on them. It's always there, right behind his eyelids, and imprint of dark, almost-black smudges. He wets his lips, makes himself look up at her again.]
I know I'm not the smartest guy in...any room, Clementine. But I'm not stupid. And I trust the people-- [His throat closes for a second, and he has to swallow to clear it.] I trust people who make me better.
[He's afraid that one day, them trusting him in return will get them all killed. He pulls at his fingers like he's trying to crack them, but it's more a subconscious effort at wiping away blood he feels responsible for.]
Maybe I'm just lucky.
[He doesn't notice the bitterness in his voice. He doesn't feel lucky.]
private, pre-flood
[He looks down as he says it, stares at his hands because he doesn't even have to try hard to still see Allison's blood on them. It's always there, right behind his eyelids, and imprint of dark, almost-black smudges. He wets his lips, makes himself look up at her again.]
I know I'm not the smartest guy in...any room, Clementine. But I'm not stupid. And I trust the people-- [His throat closes for a second, and he has to swallow to clear it.] I trust people who make me better.
[He's afraid that one day, them trusting him in return will get them all killed. He pulls at his fingers like he's trying to crack them, but it's more a subconscious effort at wiping away blood he feels responsible for.]
Maybe I'm just lucky.
[He doesn't notice the bitterness in his voice. He doesn't feel lucky.]