And Kathy just...talked. Talked and talked and talked, trying to get it all out, like cleaning out a suppurating wound. She told him about Legion's attack with helmets and then his later one with the guns, where he threatened to just bite and turn her, to recruit her once again. She told him about Christian and her creepy followers, and Todd on a mission from his mom, and Tori, sincere in her belief that Rick would know her. She told him about sleepless nights, staring at the ceiling, of her fears of being trapped in her closet with just a few knives, of the constant clicking just outside her window, of the way all the heroes called her Banzai and looked at her like she was just a few more days away from putting rainbows back on and signing back up.

She told him about Josh, about her frustration and her sorrow and, yes, her guilt.

It was a word wall to end all word walls and when she was done, she lay back against his chest, panting a little. "So, how much of that did you actually get?"