Ethical murder. She wonders how it stacks up differently: Sadie and Arthur razing a rival gang, Joel and herself razing a former partner's gang. It's impossible to quantify.
She ponders something Ellie had mentioned, talking about cannibals and the girl and all of that shit. How many people were out for Joel's blood, and how many could have been out for hers, too. Family of their victims. Is there a point to all that cyclical shit?
"I don't think I would either," she says. She and Sadie can be the same in that way, too.
"Exactly," she replies. "It's the most reliable way to survive."
Tess laces her fingers with his, supposedly under the guise of inspecting his injuries some more, but she ends up holding his hand just because she can, thumb idly stroking along an unmarred patch of skin.
"Sadie and I are going to have to get along, even just long enough to help you out."
His eyes stay closed, in that case. The touch is a comfort unlike anything he thought he'd needed. After nearly dying, after being manipulated, tortured, he needs an anchor.
"She was one of the few people left I could trust. Could rely on. I reckon you're all too aware of how much that means, ain't you?"
“I can’t believe I have such a sap for a partner,” she informs him, but it comes out so much softer than intended. It means something to her too, more than she’s ever been comfortable putting into words. She leans the side of her head against his. “But I’ll let you say it as many times as you want.”
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"Did it settle shit?"
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He doesn't know if it was ethical, but it was the right thing to do for a person he cared about. One of the last things he could do for her.
"For her? I don't know. Revenge ain't ever what you want it to be. But I know she wasn't ever gonna rest until it was done."
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"I don't think I would either," she says. She and Sadie can be the same in that way, too.
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"I know," he sighs, somewhat fondly. "I know. Take care of yourself first, and fuck up your enemies second."
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Tess laces her fingers with his, supposedly under the guise of inspecting his injuries some more, but she ends up holding his hand just because she can, thumb idly stroking along an unmarred patch of skin.
"Sadie and I are going to have to get along, even just long enough to help you out."
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His eyes stay closed, in that case. The touch is a comfort unlike anything he thought he'd needed. After nearly dying, after being manipulated, tortured, he needs an anchor.
"She was one of the few people left I could trust. Could rely on. I reckon you're all too aware of how much that means, ain't you?"
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He cracks one eye open and gives her the smallest of smiles, pulling at his moustache.
"So you understand how much it means to me I can rely on you too. Don't know that I say it enough."
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