"You're wrong," Neal says quietly. "Maybe you couldn't save her, maybe we can never really save anyone--"

He can't help thinking about turning to face that monster the first time he died, how irrelevant the action was. Running back into the fire after Raylan. Neal shifts his grip on Negan so he can squeeze the other man's upper arms lightly. "Maybe you can't save anyone. But you can try. And you want to try. You keep trying."

His smile is small and worried and fades fast as he relives the impact of the bat against Glenn's skull again. "You're not nothing until you stop trying."