He just nods in acknowledgement. She's sure to have her losses, too, he knows, probably more than he's got if she's let other people in. That was the thing he didn't do, the thing that had kept him isolated for so long. You don't reach out, you don't let them in, you just focus and you clear.
"Where my path takes me. I don't know where it's going."
He looks past her then, into the distance, some lingering remnant of the darkness he'd descended into clouding his gaze for a moment.
"There was a man out here. I knew him. I saw him again, he came back. It was months ago he was there, I don't know how many now. Couldn't keep track anymore. I don't know where he's gone. I don't know if he's gone."
The apparent repetition, of course, is in fact two distinct sayings - a matter of location and a matter of survival. Rick had mentioned the prison, but Morgan saw it on his way. That prison wasn't holding anything living anymore.
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"Where my path takes me. I don't know where it's going."
He looks past her then, into the distance, some lingering remnant of the darkness he'd descended into clouding his gaze for a moment.
"There was a man out here. I knew him. I saw him again, he came back. It was months ago he was there, I don't know how many now. Couldn't keep track anymore. I don't know where he's gone. I don't know if he's gone."
The apparent repetition, of course, is in fact two distinct sayings - a matter of location and a matter of survival. Rick had mentioned the prison, but Morgan saw it on his way. That prison wasn't holding anything living anymore.