"I know," he says, still quiet. He can't help the tiny shiver that rolls through him, though, both at the idea of killing people that way and at the idea that there are whole groups who would laugh about it.

No. They're not letting Negan get pulled back into a place like that.

"I'm going to make a memorial," he says, still to Negan's shoulder. "To put in the graveyard. Way back when I got here, I told Ellie I was going to make a headstone for Rey. But I want to make something bigger. So we can write down the names of people who disappear, too. The ones who don't come back."

He hesitates, "We could put his name on there. I know he didn't die here. I know it was different. But we could."