Now Mindy was starting to get pissed. "I'm not a fucking God, and as far as I'm concerned, acting like that is a reaction anyone would have. You really think if you saw someone throwing your friend down to die, your reaction would be 'well, that was bound to happen, oh well?' No, you'd be angry, and if you had the strength, you'd fight. What kind of goddamn monster do you think I am that I wouldn't care Clementine died? If I didn't care, I WOULD be a fucking psycho. Don't fucking tell me I shouldn't have cared, because I did. Before this shit, Clem was helping me keep an eye on the seven year old kid and her friend. So forgive me if I cared about her fucking dying and wanting to make whoever did it pay!"

This was such BULLSHIT!

"The scab opened because you were trying to gouge your face of the mark. What, you think that didn't occur to me too?" She didn't go, just started rummaging for rubbing alcohol.