Clementine:
Leaving Ian behind didn't feel like a good idea to me. I started to protest as they tried to take me, but Troy and Yorick were forceful, and because I was sick, exhausted, and wounded, I couldn't fight much.
"He's not a fucking baby, you don't have to always go after him, dammit," Troy almost chewed upon the words.
That made me stop resisting so hard. He was right. There was no point in chasing Ian, I was wounded and would only be a burden. Why was I acting like his mother?
Why was I so worried he'd get hurt? I'm pretty sure he was stronger than me, at least at that moment. I didn't like how Troy said it, but he wasn't wrong. It was weird that he noticed.
They took me to the bus, and as soon as they put me inside, Haiden turned around.
"Are you stabbed?" he asked.
