Doc purses his lips and nods. He lived in a time where only the strongest or the most despicable among them survived, even if he doesn't know anything of the world Negan had come from. He doesn't doubt that a little bit of bravery, a little bit of insanity and a little bit of cruelty can go a long way. A bit of cowardice too, if his own experiences are anything to go by.

"Well I'm not sure what witchcraft they practice in Kansas but I suspect a bit of fancy footwork won't get us where we need." Doc takes in a deep breath and sighs. He should like for it to be so easy also.

"There is nothing here for me, except for the company of new friends," he admits. Even then. You don't need to be a genius to do the numbers. The bun will soon be ready to pop from the toaster. He has already broken his promise and he doesn't have much time left. Each passing day has left him more agitated. More listless. But also a little more despondent.