[ That was really very interesting. He'd thought that Rick would be better than that, too precious for this world, but there was some real critical thinking behind the surgical response, the plan behind the plan. Someone else could do the killing for Rick, he just didn't want knowledge of it. Didn't mind that.
Fortunately for Rick, the change in topic gave him the chance to escape the implications of that particular conversation. Negan could have easily insisted on sticking with it, on talking about how murder was murder, even if it wasn't your own hands doing it, but then, Rick already knew that. He wasn't going to get very far with it.
But the story of his life, or at least those few months surrounding the outbreak, was much more fascinating, really. So Negan listened. He didn't know whether not knowing for months made Rick the luckiest bastard in the world or the least. But he'd made friends - friends that were still alive - and he'd found his wife and kid alive, and really, there wasn't anything luckier than that.
One in a million chance right there. Negan wasn't sure anyone who'd known him in life was even still alive. Teachers weren't exactly the kind of people you imagined storming through zombies with guns blazing, and everyone else he knew had been under the age of sixteen. Not much chance for survival there.
Glenn, again, was the most notable thing of all. He flicked his eyes up. ]
I met people. We ran together, they told me their heartbreaking stories, let other people die so they could get on, and then surprise surprise, they turned out not to be all that. Nobody I met, those first few months--none of them lived. Not from anything I did, mind you. Just screwed up shit. Camping out in the middle of nowhere with the fire burning high, going into a building without having a way out; rookie stuff.
But hey, baby makes three, right? That must have been a nice surprise. She's big. You and your honey must have been having some good times before the end.
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Fortunately for Rick, the change in topic gave him the chance to escape the implications of that particular conversation. Negan could have easily insisted on sticking with it, on talking about how murder was murder, even if it wasn't your own hands doing it, but then, Rick already knew that. He wasn't going to get very far with it.
But the story of his life, or at least those few months surrounding the outbreak, was much more fascinating, really. So Negan listened. He didn't know whether not knowing for months made Rick the luckiest bastard in the world or the least. But he'd made friends - friends that were still alive - and he'd found his wife and kid alive, and really, there wasn't anything luckier than that.
One in a million chance right there. Negan wasn't sure anyone who'd known him in life was even still alive. Teachers weren't exactly the kind of people you imagined storming through zombies with guns blazing, and everyone else he knew had been under the age of sixteen. Not much chance for survival there.
Glenn, again, was the most notable thing of all. He flicked his eyes up. ]
I met people. We ran together, they told me their heartbreaking stories, let other people die so they could get on, and then surprise surprise, they turned out not to be all that. Nobody I met, those first few months--none of them lived. Not from anything I did, mind you. Just screwed up shit. Camping out in the middle of nowhere with the fire burning high, going into a building without having a way out; rookie stuff.
But hey, baby makes three, right? That must have been a nice surprise. She's big. You and your honey must have been having some good times before the end.