"Stop saying that like you DON’T believe it!"
I was gonna I was gonna Nope. Nope. Nope.
I was gonna. SIGH.
I was gonna offer a debate/discussion/ what-have-you about ‘Too Far Gone’ - the Herschel death, the split-ups, DARYL’S REACTION, Rick Grimes breaks down some moar because that’s what he does before he tries to keep the group surviving for the hundredth time, BUT…
I’m wiped. Too many emotions. I was sickened when Herschel died. I was devastated when they went ahead and destroyed the safety, the dream that was the prison up until the moment Philip Blake decides he’s gonna re-establish himself as a wanna-be dictator.
Don’t even get me started on baby Judith possibly being on the run with only a bunch of children for protection. Or her boys believing her dead.
Herschel dying. NOPE. I can’t.
Plus. Carol possibly coming back because she can’t help herself, she has to know how they’re all holding up back home, she has to see if her girls are okay - except. Except the prison, her family, her home? They’re gone.
I’m done tonight shipdom, I’m just. Done.