[ There's a twitch at the corner of Rick's mouth, crooked humour, the prod doing what it intended from what he could see of Carl's expression out the corner of his eye. He remembers his son's cynicism, upon their shift towards a more peaceful, nurturing existence in the prison. The shift from hunter-gather to farmer was mankind's first step towards civilisation, after all.
It doesn't apply here, now.
He makes an inquiring sound, as opposed to words, focusing as he handles the press with care. ]
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It doesn't apply here, now.
He makes an inquiring sound, as opposed to words, focusing as he handles the press with care. ]