[Sometimes, it's difficult to imagine some of the crimes done here. It's hard for Claire to envision the young man before her at the fault for that many deaths. Hard to imagine that many gone, but that's just a limitation of the human mind: even in the war, when she'd seen the bodies lined up outside her medical tent, when she'd hear the reports and final totals of dead, she couldn't wrap her head around it.
It's a similar feeling, now. So her face remains relaxed, save for a crease between her brows as she tries to grasp the gravity of what he's telling her. Especially that last bit, though that's a little easier thanks to Bree dragging her off to see Night of the Living Dead.]
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It's a similar feeling, now. So her face remains relaxed, save for a crease between her brows as she tries to grasp the gravity of what he's telling her. Especially that last bit, though that's a little easier thanks to Bree dragging her off to see Night of the Living Dead.]
What did that person do to you?
[A very important question, first of all.]