Wouldn'a made it outta that psycho slaughterhouse alive if she didn't. She tore the place up.
[Maybe some of them would've made it—Rick would have clawed his way out for sure, he can survive anything—but that's not an end he wants to think about. You should've seen it feels like a weird thing to say, too, so he won't. But Carol is firmly affixed in his mind as their fearsome guardian angel. She'd be more useful here, in his place, he thinks—a better messenger, a stronger rock to lean on.]
You tore it up pretty good yourself. [As usual.
Waiting for an elevator is a very surreal experience at this point, and Daryl does it uncomfortably, eyes up and alert lest some unnamed surprise appear to pin them against the wall or inside the lift. If he recognizes anybody behind them, he keeps it to himself for now.]
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[Maybe some of them would've made it—Rick would have clawed his way out for sure, he can survive anything—but that's not an end he wants to think about. You should've seen it feels like a weird thing to say, too, so he won't. But Carol is firmly affixed in his mind as their fearsome guardian angel. She'd be more useful here, in his place, he thinks—a better messenger, a stronger rock to lean on.]
You tore it up pretty good yourself. [As usual.
Waiting for an elevator is a very surreal experience at this point, and Daryl does it uncomfortably, eyes up and alert lest some unnamed surprise appear to pin them against the wall or inside the lift. If he recognizes anybody behind them, he keeps it to himself for now.]