She realizes that Clair deserves some kind of explanation — she isn't so heartless to leave her with nothing, after ... all of this. The Camerata, the Transistor, the fate of a certain individual slumped against the wall. Maybe not the full story ( she's not sure if she'll ever choose to recount the full story, if she can help it ), but this. At least this. What a awful, terrifying concept.
( Oh...Look at you. You're alive. Me, I'm not so sure. )
Once Clair gets close enough, Red reaches for her wrist. Loose enough for her to break away, if she wants, but with enough certainty that the tug means something. They don't need to keep watching this — she knows how it ends, and it's not something she's keen on watching a second time.
So, she tugs on Clair's wrist. Nods to a separate alleyway. Let's just ... go ( please ). ]
weeps
She realizes that Clair deserves some kind of explanation — she isn't so heartless to leave her with nothing, after ... all of this. The Camerata, the Transistor, the fate of a certain individual slumped against the wall. Maybe not the full story ( she's not sure if she'll ever choose to recount the full story, if she can help it ), but this. At least this. What a awful, terrifying concept.
( Oh...Look at you. You're alive. Me, I'm not so sure. )
Once Clair gets close enough, Red reaches for her wrist. Loose enough for her to break away, if she wants, but with enough certainty that the tug means something. They don't need to keep watching this — she knows how it ends, and it's not something she's keen on watching a second time.
So, she tugs on Clair's wrist. Nods to a separate alleyway. Let's just ... go ( please ). ]