"A hundred and sixty six. Or so." Has he lost a few years since they have technically travelled back in time to arrive in this place? He's not certain how that all works or whether it matters at all. He might be dying tonight, there is no point in keeping secrets.

"You were a schoolteacher?" A coach, he had said. He certainly does not give off that impression. Not that Doc would call Negan not respectable to his face, but the teachers that Doc had met before did give off... a vastly different vibe.

"I will confess to not having been a good husband, either." He had a wife once. Kate. He does not speak of her anymore. It is all ancient history now. Even what he is talking about now is ancient history. Still, he does not mind to share. "I was drunk. Sick. In pain, all the time, wasting away succumbing to an illness there was no cure for, and not getting any better at hiding it. She mostly put up with me. Your relationship changes, when you are no longer equal partners, when your lover becomes your caretaker slowly getting suffocated by the elephant in the room." He does not know of Negan's personal struggle with this, he is only speaking from his own personal experience.

"She no longer looked at me the same way she did when I first came into her life. I had been her hero then. Not her burden. At least this... disease you speak of is fast. There is mercy in that."