She gets it; she made the connection. She never knew her parents, so she can't exactly relate. But the stark divide between those who were alive (and old enough to remember it) before the Infection and people like her, born long after it happened, has always been obvious.

She nods in answer but doesn't look back up at Neal's face.

"Yeah. He didn't play for a long time, I think." She knows; he'd said he was rusty when he'd brought her the guitar. He'd spent a lot of time being violent and angry and doing pretty shitty things. She recognises it in herself now, that anger, that violence. She wishes she could be more like him, live with it easier. She can't. But she still has music. Abby could take Joel from her but she couldn't take everything.