[ He hadn’t known she’d had a son, not until Daryl said. Henry. A coincidence, those names hitting up against each other. But it echoed. He thinks he made things worse when he laughed, thinking of the Henry here and all that shit.

But this?

Gabe just turns away. He’s done. He can’t even get angry about this shit anymore and that’s the worst goddamn part. ]

You weren’t the only one who ran into ghosts out there. Just back the fuck off. It’s done. We’re all killers anyway.

[ She burned a man alive. He’s been a sniper since he was seventeen. There’s a reason they’re both here. And what does it really matter? ]