"I'm sorry you had to do it," Neal says, throat still tight. "I'm sorry they did... that."
He tries again to steady his breathing. It's harder, thinking about it all. Thinking about Lucille coming down over and over again on that man's head until it was smashed watermelon framed by twitching hands.
Neal wraps his left hand around his right, the tremor there more pronounced than ever. He and Malcolm will be two of a kind at this rate. He looks up suddenly, meeting Negan's eyes, or trying to. He's scared. He's more scared than he's been since he faced down the nameless, shapeless thing that cut him in half. Maybe even more scared now than he was then. Neal barely speaks loud enough for it to carry.
"What if people start going that way? What if that happens here? We know everyone. We know everyone. Maybe we're not all close, but--"
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He tries again to steady his breathing. It's harder, thinking about it all. Thinking about Lucille coming down over and over again on that man's head until it was smashed watermelon framed by twitching hands.
Neal wraps his left hand around his right, the tremor there more pronounced than ever. He and Malcolm will be two of a kind at this rate. He looks up suddenly, meeting Negan's eyes, or trying to. He's scared. He's more scared than he's been since he faced down the nameless, shapeless thing that cut him in half. Maybe even more scared now than he was then. Neal barely speaks loud enough for it to carry.
"What if people start going that way? What if that happens here? We know everyone. We know everyone. Maybe we're not all close, but--"