Perhaps its a testament to their mutual experience with isolation that Carol bothers trying to follow that. Perhaps that's how Carol would sound if hers had been anything resembling a long stretch of time. This man's been on his own for months, and survived... but not entirely intact, mentally.
"Maybe he isn't. Not everyone's gone." Even though it seems like that sometimes.
Carol looks the man over again, he's not all there but he's not the kind of crazy she found at Terminus, that seems obvious. Much ado as they make about the tug-of-war of whether to trust someone, let them in, the reality is that all you can do is follow your gut, take a chance and hope for the best.
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Date: 2014-10-19 03:42 pm (UTC)"Maybe he isn't. Not everyone's gone." Even though it seems like that sometimes.
Carol looks the man over again, he's not all there but he's not the kind of crazy she found at Terminus, that seems obvious. Much ado as they make about the tug-of-war of whether to trust someone, let them in, the reality is that all you can do is follow your gut, take a chance and hope for the best.
"We could look together."