"I just don't need your shit right now." She looks annoyed and tired, more than anything else, and she's talking less to the man in front of her than just because it needs to come out. "You think we aren't tired of all this 'baby murderer' bullshit? You think we like killing children? Tom didn't know the food court would have mostly children at that time. He put the bomb in place days before, and he set it off from a distance. The girl surprised him and attacked him, he had to shoot her. Clementine was going to have a long, painful death if I didn't put her down. These rumors, all these holier-than-thou assholes talking about us like they've never done wrong."

She takes another drag and stabs her cigarette out viciously.

"Tom has a daughter, for god's sake. I'm so sick of all these people trying to put everyone in a tiny box, good or bad, black or white. Such garbage."