[ Immediately, Michonne thinks of Jocelyn, and her gaze drops back down to her plate. The woman was never going to fight, but she was eager to train kids, take them and turn them into killers. She took Judith, and to get her back, the number of kids Michonne had to kill was too high. They haunt her, she sees them sometimes, standing at the edge of her vision with knives. Sometimes it's Judith, sometimes she's too late.
Clearing her throat, she puts her fork down, shaking her head. ]
Fuck the adults, then. You shouldn't have to do that. [ That does raise a question, though. ] Are there kids here?
[ It doesn't seem like it, but they could be somewhere else, further inside, a space deemed safer. ]
cw: death of kids
Clearing her throat, she puts her fork down, shaking her head. ]
Fuck the adults, then. You shouldn't have to do that. [ That does raise a question, though. ] Are there kids here?
[ It doesn't seem like it, but they could be somewhere else, further inside, a space deemed safer. ]