Given a month, Raylan was sure that they wouldn't have gotten all the way through Baneberry hall but shit if he wasn't going to try. His feet, still cut up and weeping a slow pool of blood into his boots, screamed at him for every step but it only pushed him further on. Why not take the punishment of it - Mathis wanted blood? She could have that blood and leave him with an answer or at least a perfume kissed envelope.
"This has gotta be a Rec room," he said to himself, unable to not keep himself company when he was alone in these places. Rec rooms were sad but somehow fascinating places. How did one keep the crazy entertained without it just being crafts, board games and too many tiny green pills? He was glad to see some magazines and books, and an idle finger pushed one stack aside as he peered at the labels.
"Pride and Prejudice?" A little cerebral for a rec room of an asylum and forever being a toucher of things, Raylan, of course, had to pick it up.
"That's not how it works." Teaching 'em a lesson. Has to be done.
"I'm a man of my word." It was the unbothered smile at the end that set everyone on their knees to the cusp of anticipation. "No exceptions."
Raylan threw the book away from him as the memory came to an end, the echoes of the wet splat of bat against brain ringing in his ears. He felt sick - the appropriate response but he was sick on top of it because he'd hung out with Negan. Eaten with him, let him settle into 1306, and assumed that the vast majority of his violence was to the undead, the crazy or the defensive.
Not.. not that.
The Marshal ran and reran the memory over in his head, almost thinking about picking up and taking the book with him, but he couldn't stand to hear those thwacks so clearly in his ear. Better he rerun it than suffer it raw again. Before he knew it, he and his wet soled boots were out on the street, eyes hunting for.. Well, for Negan.
Negan didn't owe him shit. Negan owed him zero answers but that wasn't going to stop Raylan from asking. He was allowed that, considering he'd trusted the man with people he loved. Considering how well Raylan had thought he knew him. They had died together, maybe that earned him something but the automatic cover that Negan had afforded himself was in a very dark question.
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"This has gotta be a Rec room," he said to himself, unable to not keep himself company when he was alone in these places. Rec rooms were sad but somehow fascinating places. How did one keep the crazy entertained without it just being crafts, board games and too many tiny green pills? He was glad to see some magazines and books, and an idle finger pushed one stack aside as he peered at the labels.
"Pride and Prejudice?" A little cerebral for a rec room of an asylum and forever being a toucher of things, Raylan, of course, had to pick it up.
"That's not how it works." Teaching 'em a lesson. Has to be done.
"I'm a man of my word." It was the unbothered smile at the end that set everyone on their knees to the cusp of anticipation. "No exceptions."
Raylan threw the book away from him as the memory came to an end, the echoes of the wet splat of bat against brain ringing in his ears. He felt sick - the appropriate response but he was sick on top of it because he'd hung out with Negan. Eaten with him, let him settle into 1306, and assumed that the vast majority of his violence was to the undead, the crazy or the defensive.
Not.. not that.
The Marshal ran and reran the memory over in his head, almost thinking about picking up and taking the book with him, but he couldn't stand to hear those thwacks so clearly in his ear. Better he rerun it than suffer it raw again. Before he knew it, he and his wet soled boots were out on the street, eyes hunting for.. Well, for Negan.
Negan didn't owe him shit. Negan owed him zero answers but that wasn't going to stop Raylan from asking. He was allowed that, considering he'd trusted the man with people he loved. Considering how well Raylan had thought he knew him. They had died together, maybe that earned him something but the automatic cover that Negan had afforded himself was in a very dark question.