"Alright--" He's got zero idea what Neal is zoning out on, what's going through his head, but for now, the knife is put to the side and he turns to face the man.

"Look at me." He reaches out to rest his hands on Neal's shoulders. Guy's spooked for-- whatever reason. Not doing okay, and that's got Negan more than a little concerned... but shit, he gets it. This place is dicking with them again and everybody's-- worried.

Everybody's not doing well for one reason or another.

"You fight because you want to keep people safe. Lives are precious fucking things, Neal, and no death is ever a good thing. Killing's no walk in the park, even if you can shove down the horror and not think about it for a while. But sometimes you gotta fight. Look at history, man. It's full of blood and people having to do shit to keep what's theirs safe."

That said-- "We'll try to make sure what we're fighting here isn't each other, but whatever assholes put us here. People get outta line, we just got to remind them of that, yeah?"