( She's trying to focus on the task at hand, on helping him out like he's helped her, but really her mind keeps snagging on the shape of his back, his muscles moving as he breathes. )

I don't think I'm as selfless as that. ( Clarice is trying to be a better person, but she isn't like John, she isn't a hero. She wants to be.

Her hands are steady when she moves to the next bullet, making a small noise when he groans in pain again. This isn't pleasant, but it could have been worse. ) I think it's just who you are. Someone else could have your power and they wouldn't use it the same way, you know? So I get to say thank you. Thank you for being a good person. For being you.

( She doesn't look at him as she talks, focuses on what she has to do. It makes it a little easier. )