Andrea's Voicetesting

[onehelluvashot]

How could it end like this? Good men break, shelter’s goes up in smoke and there’s no safe place anywhere. Nothing but you and three miles hungry of walkers stretching out in every direction. I thought I was dead, but Michonne saved me, gave me shelter, taught me what I needed to know to survive.

I figure your Admiral did that too. Gave you all a second chance. Real question is can you live to reach it?

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[squirrelhunter]

Somethin' we do good is survivin'.

[onehelluvashot]

About the only thing left worth doing so might as well do it right.

[squirrelhunter]

Helps when people ain't trigger-happy.

[See what he's getting at there?]

[onehelluvashot]

[Yeah, she saw what he's getting on about. Gee thanks, Daryl.]

As if tip-toing around did us any better.

[squirrelhunter]

As if head-buttin' bullets is any better.

[onehelluvashot]

Or torture?

Because I seem to recall there you were having real good time about laying into that kid.

[squirrelhunter]

...

[Glaring now, Andrea.]

Well, ya'll be glad t'know that this mun ain't takin' me from then. Not yet.

Everywhere I am, I'm from before all that shit.

[onehelluvashot]

[She inclines her head, eyes disappearing beneath the brim of her hat, remembering those last days before the group was scattered before she looked back with something akin to steel but a soft remembrance in her voice.]

Told the end, Dale said you were a good man.

You keep that goodness, Daryl, because bad times? They haven't even started.

[squirrelhunter]

I ain't a good man. Far from it.

And I know. I saw... I've seen everythin'. I just... ain't been part of it. Not yet.

[It's all confusing.]