"Negan, let's-- not." Doc squeezes his eyes shut and rubs his face with a kind of fatigue he . It was not supposed to happen. It did. He is taking as much responsibility for it as Wynonna would let him. He said he would be there, whatever happens. He is not there.

No long term death sentence talk and no baby talk. Those two fall under 'depressing shit'. It still leaves them with plenty of other options, surely.

"I have a few ideas for how to get rid of you," Doc says wryly. "You might look quite dashing in a hempen necktie."