"No, you're okay." Clementine winces and rubs her hands, though they don't look nearly as bad as the red lines around Sandy's wrists. They probably hurt anywhere near as bad either. "I couldn't leave you like that."

It was a death sentence, as the Capitol intended. Maybe Clem should be worried that they'd retaliate against her for helping Sandy but she can't bring herself to regret it. If they think she'd ever leave a friend in danger they had another thing coming. "I could try and get that sign off too."