Doc knows very little about children. He had never planned on having any. But life, as always, chooses these things for you sometimes. It remains to be seen whether he would be any good with them or not. But he is also accepting of the fact that he may never find out.
He lets Negan talk. He did not know this of Negan. Did not expect it to be shared, even though they don't know whether they will make it through tonight. At some point, Doc moves on in closer, sitting down next to Negan without touching. The Town Hall is a big empty chamber and they need not be shouting their misery at each other across the space.
It's not really cathartic to dredge all this up anymore. Not for him, anyway. Doc does not find that release when he talks about the things that he has felt hurt by in his life. He watches the floorboards like they have come alive before his very eyes, closes his eyes and listens to Negan speak. They are both too sober for this conversation. And yet they will continue it.
"She would have wanted you to be happy, even if it was with another woman," he says after a long stretch of silence on his end. "Kate left me, towards the end. I was angry at first, but. We fought a lot even when I was in better shape. We were volatile, not good for each other. I knew it was inevitable. But I was happy for her, in the end. She was right to leave. I did not want her to see me, in the shape I was in in my last days. And she deserved so much more than I could ever give." Doc clenches his teeth and clears his throat, not wanting to let old wounds get raw again.
"The journey is only over for the one of us. You deserve to be happy with whoever is lucky enough to have you, after we are gone." He knows such words bring little comfort now, so long after the fact. He says them anyway, in case they still mean anything to Negan.
"In the 1880s a woman came to me on my deathbed and said she could cure me, give me eternal longevity. You know this was the time they actually made and peddled snake oil to some fools who have more money than sense. No one would have believed her. But she asked for nothing in return, and I had nothing to lose."
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He lets Negan talk. He did not know this of Negan. Did not expect it to be shared, even though they don't know whether they will make it through tonight. At some point, Doc moves on in closer, sitting down next to Negan without touching. The Town Hall is a big empty chamber and they need not be shouting their misery at each other across the space.
It's not really cathartic to dredge all this up anymore. Not for him, anyway. Doc does not find that release when he talks about the things that he has felt hurt by in his life. He watches the floorboards like they have come alive before his very eyes, closes his eyes and listens to Negan speak. They are both too sober for this conversation. And yet they will continue it.
"She would have wanted you to be happy, even if it was with another woman," he says after a long stretch of silence on his end. "Kate left me, towards the end. I was angry at first, but. We fought a lot even when I was in better shape. We were volatile, not good for each other. I knew it was inevitable. But I was happy for her, in the end. She was right to leave. I did not want her to see me, in the shape I was in in my last days. And she deserved so much more than I could ever give." Doc clenches his teeth and clears his throat, not wanting to let old wounds get raw again.
"The journey is only over for the one of us. You deserve to be happy with whoever is lucky enough to have you, after we are gone." He knows such words bring little comfort now, so long after the fact. He says them anyway, in case they still mean anything to Negan.
"In the 1880s a woman came to me on my deathbed and said she could cure me, give me eternal longevity. You know this was the time they actually made and peddled snake oil to some fools who have more money than sense. No one would have believed her. But she asked for nothing in return, and I had nothing to lose."