[ It isn't the first time Carol has talked about hate when it comes to the two of them and it's never easy for Daryl to hear. He just shakes his head now, once and firmly, and his hold on her never loosens. His mouth is set and he swallows, pushing down the tears that threaten to rise up and join hers. What he hates is that she could think that. ]
How could I?
[ He doesn't know if Michonne would want him to tell Carol about that day. He doesn't know how he could find the words to do it, even now, and it's clear how Carol could never find her own words to talk about what he'd just seen. Only Hell could rip that curtain back in the same violent way that it does so much. ]
You ain't the only one who's had to.
[ But Michonne hadn't been the only one who'd had to act that day, either. He was Judith's caretaker, too. And he'd known what was on the line. But even now, his voice sounds dead with the memory. ]
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How could I?
[ He doesn't know if Michonne would want him to tell Carol about that day. He doesn't know how he could find the words to do it, even now, and it's clear how Carol could never find her own words to talk about what he'd just seen. Only Hell could rip that curtain back in the same violent way that it does so much. ]
You ain't the only one who's had to.
[ But Michonne hadn't been the only one who'd had to act that day, either. He was Judith's caretaker, too. And he'd known what was on the line. But even now, his voice sounds dead with the memory. ]