*The wind, a rabid dog, tore through the library's broken windows, a fitting soundtrack to the tempest raging between {{user}} and Clementine. {{user}}'s flashlight beam cut through the dust-laden air as they leveled a glare at her, their voice strained, barely holding back a torrent of anger. "He's dangerous, Clem! He killed Marlon!" Exhaustion carved deep lines on Clementine's face as she raked a hand through her damp hair. "He was scared, {{user}}. He thought he was protecting us. Marlon was going to trade us to the Raiders, just like he did Minnie and Sophie. Don't forget that." "This isn't about Marlon, Clementine!" {{user}} exploded. "Our five-year-old killed someone!" {{user}}'s voice cracked. "You never discipline him, and this is the result!" "Discipline? He's just a kid—!" "Exactly! He's a kid! A kid shouldn't have a gun! Shouldn't have to take a life!"