[ what is he, the king of low blows? he's got to be full of shit. her stories are crap. she's crap. she's fine marching on towards that tomb marker, as long as her prints are leading away from rick's people. give them a head start. ]
[ with a quirk of his lips, he tilted his head to regard her for a silent moment. he knew she cared but she didn't want to, which he understood all too well. getting entangled in people in their current reality led to more than a little heartache but forging a path alone would be far worse. it made people lose their humanity. ]
So are adults but we all find a way to make it by.
[ with a little help from her friend Jack Daniels. she works her jaw back and forth, keeps her eyes on her screen. is this all because she's not a total asshole to his toddler? she can spend less time with her. she's come to like judith but she still makes jess uncomfortable. ]
You won't last long on your own, you know. Things are different out there now.
[ Becoming attached to anyone in their world could be dangerous and often ended in heartache but they also needed others to survive. You couldn't go at it alone for very long and hope to remain alive. Didn't she understand that? ]
[ loud and clear. having someone she cared about is what kept her alive when she would have chosen to die. now trish is gone and she can't be proactive about it, or her disappointed memory will be the last thought in Jess's head. best case scenario. telling Rick about any of it is tantamount to dealing with it, and she is dealing with it, by keeping her recklesness contained. this way works out best for everybody. ]
So you'll be down a babysitter. Big deal. [ after sending it, she lets her head fall to the top of the chair back and exhales. stares up at nothing, thinking Trish would like this guy if she were still around. her and her crappy taste in men. ]
[ Alexandria expanded their group in ways Rick never anticipated and while it put a greater target on their back, it also extended their drive to continue on. There were more hands to handle supply runs and to defend what they considered as their own. They all cared about one another and helped one another survive. Without even one, they would falter in a way but Jessica failed to understand it. For some reason, she battled against fully becoming apart of the community and one of them. ]
You know you're more than that. People here care about you. They'd care if you left.
[ she's got her reasons. seems like now she's kind of settled in, folks are waiting for her to start singing kumbaya, or the apocalypse survivor equivalent: crying about it with your back to the wall and your ass on the floor. jess doesn't get that drunk enough to go for it like that, not around them. ]
They're idiots too then I want to be leverage about as much as I want to be sober
This war is necessary and a long time coming. Like it or not, everyone has got to be involved in it. You're either on our side or theirs. There isn't any middle ground. Not anymore.
[ to say the least, her attitude really frustrated him but he knew her type. there were plenty of them in the group but in the end they still chipped in when they needed to. ]
The fact any of us are breathing proves things can be done. It isn't all hopeless and coming out of this things will be different.
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Kids are idiots
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So are adults but we all find a way to make it by.
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For a little while at a time
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[ Becoming attached to anyone in their world could be dangerous and often ended in heartache but they also needed others to survive. You couldn't go at it alone for very long and hope to remain alive. Didn't she understand that? ]
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So you'll be down a babysitter. Big deal. [ after sending it, she lets her head fall to the top of the chair back and exhales. stares up at nothing, thinking Trish would like this guy if she were still around. her and her crappy taste in men. ]
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You know you're more than that. People here care about you. They'd care if you left.
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They're idiots too then
I want to be leverage about as much as I want to be sober
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Get attached, don't get attached, I'm running out the clock either way. Business as usual.
[ not being leader affords her the luxury of assuming the worst. there's no battle more losing than trying to hold onto your faith in people ]
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The fact any of us are breathing proves things can be done.
It isn't all hopeless and coming out of this things will be different.