Clemente
Clem is glad that Nate sticks so close as they travel from their safehouse to the shrine. He doesn't have the same wisdom and experience as his elders do, and his emotions feel volatile and too-big for his body. Like he's going to rip apart at the seams at any moment in a display of fury at the unfairness of it all. Nate's presence helps temper that urge, and the gentle squeeze to his shoulder that Rexanna gives at least produces a small smile from the boy. He doesn't have much to say, if anything at all. Opening his mouth seems like a dangerous thing to do when he's not sure what sort of vitriol will spill out of it. So instead he sits and waits, only partially aware of Nate's glower (though he chalks it up to the man being mad at Sam still) as he hangs back with the taller man on the outskirts of the meeting. It feels wrong to be gifted something when the majority had voted to fight, as if they're being rewarded not only for their cowardice but for the lives they will surely be forfeiting this LongNight. It makes Clem feel sick.
i stopped being a kid the day
you sent me down here to die
