Clemente
the difference between a garden
and a graveyard
is what we choose to put in the soil
Clem stares at Amun like he's just given him the secret to the universe, flaxen eyes practically bugging out of his head with delight. "That changes everything," he admits, something dark and excited in his tone. Clemente is no stranger to stealing, but churches and libraries had always been off limits. It's not precisely stealing if Amun is correct, but the idea of having these tomes and scrolls to examine in the comfort of his own bedroom is intoxicating.
The eagerness twists into a childish scrunch of his face. Rexanna hadn't told him much when he'd freaked out - to put it mildly - over her injuries. But from his conversation with Bastien in the Infirmary and what she'd told him, he has drawn his own (potentially inflated) conclusions. "He wanted them to all go outside even though there were monsters, and Rex got really hurt. They didn't even get whatever they wanted!" The injustice makes him glare at the table, wishing he was older, stronger, any number of other things. If he'd been there as a target maybe Rexanna wouldn't have been so badly hurt. "'s stupid. He sucks." Plain and simple. Clem has never met Sam directly, but he vows that any ginger haired dude is getting punched right in the balls when he meets them. Surely there can't be that many, and he's willing to make a mistake in determining his target.
Reading is a good distraction, and having someone who can even just clarify his questions instead of speaking them into empty air is helpful. Not that it's a perfect system when it's revealed that the same pairing of letters makes entirely different sounds. "Well that's bullshit," he says automatically, before wincing at himself. No point in scaring off his teacher ten seconds into the lesson. "So uh...three sounds then?" In shaky script he writes it down in his notes - tch, keh, shh. Whatever, it helps him and that's all that matters. At least he knows the alphabet, and Amun spelling it out certainly helps. Eagerly pointing to another word - said - he stares up at Amun waiting for the pronunciation. "What does the i do? Cuz it sounds like sad when I say it but it ain't."
