[ It's just Negan being Negan, talking just to hear the sound of his own voice, but when he mentions Hell is for Children, Carol tenses under his arm. ]
Fuck you, Negan.
[ Murmured under her breath, just loud enough to guarantee that he'll hear it and no one else will. But her smile never falters, and she laughs brightly, carefully setting down the mic. ]
Oh, no. I'm not singing.
[ And in fact a part of her almost considers just walking away, leaving him there to wallow in misery and make a spectacle of himself if that's what he wants. But no. She's in it now, and she wraps her own arm around his waist to steady him as she starts guiding him carefully to the edge of the stage. ]
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Fuck you, Negan.
[ Murmured under her breath, just loud enough to guarantee that he'll hear it and no one else will. But her smile never falters, and she laughs brightly, carefully setting down the mic. ]
Oh, no. I'm not singing.
[ And in fact a part of her almost considers just walking away, leaving him there to wallow in misery and make a spectacle of himself if that's what he wants. But no. She's in it now, and she wraps her own arm around his waist to steady him as she starts guiding him carefully to the edge of the stage. ]
C'mon. We're walking. Watch the steps.