On castmates at another game.

[keepsthemsafe]

Stop askin' for Rick! He ain't comin'.

And no one else is gonna come either. You're makin' yourself look like stupid. [And he doesn't know what's worse, the fact that it makes him look stupid too or the fact that it bothers the hell out of him-having a writer that looks like an idiot.]

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[nomorekidstuff]

My mun was checking the game out for what it may be worth.

I just made a dolphin noise.

[keepsthemsafe]

...yeah?

Well we don't want you there so you can just go. Don't listen to this bitch neither' she doesn't want you.

[Lies. The things his writer would do]

[nomorekidstuff]

Yeah she has.

[Rick's brow raises a little.]

Is that so?

[keepsthemsafe]

She doesn't know you the way I do.

What.

[He looks disgusted, part disgust part amusement] You gonna make a deal to save the world? No more walkers?

[nomorekidstuff]

What deal did you make?

[Avoidance. Watch Rick do it. All he'd want was Carl and Judith safe. He failed to keep Lori alive, yeah he'll take that blame on him. The way he left things will eat away at him.]

[keepsthemsafe]

[Shane snorts, smirking at him] Would you believe that somebody thinks the things I did were wrong?

That even after, Lori and Carl, after Atlanta, after bringing the group together I'm guilty?

Cops in jail Rick. Stories about dropping the soap ain't true.