You've got to get it together, Negan. He pushes the creeping worries out of his head, the doubt and suspicion and fear as he straightens himself up. "I know that look. Hell, I've been there myself."
He knows that suggestion too, as far as that goes. "I'm not dying until I'm damn good and ready, and neither are you. Alright? You take a breather, I'll get the boards back up."
He's already breathed the shit in, so what's the point of worrying about it now, right? But fuck-- "Gonna need something I can hammer the shit back up with again. Don't suppose you've got a hammer hidden anywhere, do you?"
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You've got to get it together, Negan. He pushes the creeping worries out of his head, the doubt and suspicion and fear as he straightens himself up. "I know that look. Hell, I've been there myself."
He knows that suggestion too, as far as that goes. "I'm not dying until I'm damn good and ready, and neither are you. Alright? You take a breather, I'll get the boards back up."
He's already breathed the shit in, so what's the point of worrying about it now, right? But fuck-- "Gonna need something I can hammer the shit back up with again. Don't suppose you've got a hammer hidden anywhere, do you?"