She means that as a threat, he figures. It sounds like a threat. Probably she doesn't mean for him to try to make any more of it than just that: I've killed before, I'll do it again.
(And he believes her, though for one reason or another he's not sure he buys that she'll kill him.)
It'd be one thing if she said what he figured happened: they got bit, she took care of it. And it's maybe like that, still, but what she says is what he's got to go by. It don't matter much, if one of 'em was bit, if both of 'em were. What she's saying is simpler, and it's something he understands too goddamn well.
(After all, he'd left because he figured it'd be easier on Daryl, not having the two of them at each other's throats every other night, but if his old man had hurt his brother-- well, he can't swear he'd do the same, but only 'cause time was there were consequences for killing a man. Even then. His temper then was maybe worse than it is now.)
"All right," he drawls evenly. He's guessing that's not quite the reaction she wants: a sort of grudging respect, but not a lick of fear. If she's hoping to send him off, tail between his legs, she'll have to work a lot harder.
"You plannin' to hang around here til you see 'em again?"
He's wrong; it's the reaction she wants, and it's not the one she expects. Winning hurts worse, in a way. The respect means, what, exactly? It means she's a part of this. That she's fallen into the world, his world, the world of petty violence and treachery. No, no, she never fell. She walked, and maybe she was always there. And he's, what, acknowledging it?
She doesn't like it, but it's what she asked for, so she'll just have to suck it up, huh?
"I ain't staying anywhere," she says, and then turns to him. There's still something they haven't finished, here. "You gonna let me go, or you wanna do something dumb?"
The world now ain't so different than it's always been, he thinks. Biters're new but they're not what's dangerous, not really. The dead don't scare him. She doesn't, either, but he'd be a fool if he didn't think she was more dangerous.
People who know that, they're the ones who survive, mostly.
"Ain't nobody stoppin' you, Princess. Told you. Thought I'd take me a nice ol' vacation, go walkin'."
That shit-eating grin is gonna outlive him, honest to God.
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(And he believes her, though for one reason or another he's not sure he buys that she'll kill him.)
It'd be one thing if she said what he figured happened: they got bit, she took care of it. And it's maybe like that, still, but what she says is what he's got to go by. It don't matter much, if one of 'em was bit, if both of 'em were. What she's saying is simpler, and it's something he understands too goddamn well.
(After all, he'd left because he figured it'd be easier on Daryl, not having the two of them at each other's throats every other night, but if his old man had hurt his brother-- well, he can't swear he'd do the same, but only 'cause time was there were consequences for killing a man. Even then. His temper then was maybe worse than it is now.)
"All right," he drawls evenly. He's guessing that's not quite the reaction she wants: a sort of grudging respect, but not a lick of fear. If she's hoping to send him off, tail between his legs, she'll have to work a lot harder.
"You plannin' to hang around here til you see 'em again?"
a billion years later........
She doesn't like it, but it's what she asked for, so she'll just have to suck it up, huh?
"I ain't staying anywhere," she says, and then turns to him. There's still something they haven't finished, here. "You gonna let me go, or you wanna do something dumb?"
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People who know that, they're the ones who survive, mostly.
"Ain't nobody stoppin' you, Princess. Told you. Thought I'd take me a nice ol' vacation, go walkin'."
That shit-eating grin is gonna outlive him, honest to God.
"So, where we goin?"
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"I'm going to get a damn car," she grumbles. "You can go back to Pleasantville with your tail between your legs."
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Standing his ground, he stuffs his hand in his pocket, glances idly around them like they are just out for a pleasant stroll. Might as well be.
"Maybe I wanna see what you find."