Clemente
The construction of such an important shrine had been a task better left to the accomplished older members of their little family, and though Clemente had felt useless and anxious the entire time, as he comes upon the group and the shrine in its entirety he finds it all melts away. There is nothing as important as this, all of them gathered together and whole - and as he slinks up towards them, the arrival of The Voice steals away any rationality from his mind. Clem basks in her radiance, completely overtaken by the joy of meeting her at long last. It's not the time to speak to her singularly, but even just being able to cast his unblinking childlike gaze into her is enough for now.
So overtaken, he can barely find a hand to grab, but he doesn't even question whose he will take. Clem clings eagerly to Bastien's free hand, the other reaching into empty air for someone to hold onto, all the while unable to take his gaze from their creator, terrified she'll blink out of existence if he closes his eyes. All of this, his uselessness and doubt, has been made worth it by her appearance.
So overtaken, he can barely find a hand to grab, but he doesn't even question whose he will take. Clem clings eagerly to Bastien's free hand, the other reaching into empty air for someone to hold onto, all the while unable to take his gaze from their creator, terrified she'll blink out of existence if he closes his eyes. All of this, his uselessness and doubt, has been made worth it by her appearance.
