I'll bake a cake with pink frosting. Would they like that?

[dealt_hand]

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a billion years later........

[poleaxe]

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?"

[dealt_hand]

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.

"So, where we goin?"

[poleaxe]

She thought that'd get rid of him, and she can see now how dumb that idea is. She glares at him over her shoulder.

"I'm going to get a damn car," she grumbles. "You can go back to Pleasantville with your tail between your legs."

[dealt_hand]

"Just 'cause I got a place to go back to don't mean I'm some pussy needs walls around me."

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."