Clementine:
I yawned and started getting up. The rain had stopped a long time ago, and they were no longer painting the houses with blood either. Maybe they'd continue in the morning.
"You didn't sleep?" I asked Ian. He turned to me and shrugged.
"Somebody has to stay awake, remember?" he said, reminding me he was on watch duty.
"Why didn't you wake someone else? What if Medusa tries to control your mind by appearing as one of your loved ones?" I asked.
"She cannot, Clementine. If she knows us through and through, she'll know I'm not the emotional type, not someone deeply connected to people. I see logic in things. And I know when to prioritize my own safety. So no, I won't open the door, no matter who she claims to be." He spoke casually, continuing his walk without stopping.
