The thing is, he sounds like someone she used to know - but also that she used to know a lot of people, and that's part of the problem. So many people are temporary. So many causes only last as long as the thing that united people in the first place, and that's good, that means Rosita has been on the winning side far more often than not - or at least the surviving side - but it also means she's seen how everything breaks up after. How it just vanishes.
She has done the most amazing things in her life, united with others for a reason, or against some enemy or another, or both; things she would have never imagined she could do in the life she used to have. As the person she used to be. She did a lot of it by following Rick Grimes, and now - it's an easy line, easy to say and easy to believe in and much harder to hold - here's someone else saying they have to look out for each other. Band together. Have each other's backs.
But Rosita knows not everyone will make it, and she knows you can't trust everyone to have your back the way you have theirs. She doesn't disparage his comment, but it's also blatantly obvious she doesn't quite buy in either. She just listens.
She just nods.
"Live where you want or don't," she says again, because she does remember him talking about it, remembers how he's felt his affinity shifting away from the city. She gets that. She glances around the suite, a place she was assigned and that she appreciates as a locking door and a place to stash the things she hoards, but that she feels no attachment to, that can be taken from her as simply as it was given. "I don't have anything here. Even before the old world fell for me, I didn't. So I don't have anything to prioritize over something you want."
She presses her lips together, considering that. "And he's attached to it?"
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Date: 2022-10-24 10:06 pm (UTC)She has done the most amazing things in her life, united with others for a reason, or against some enemy or another, or both; things she would have never imagined she could do in the life she used to have. As the person she used to be. She did a lot of it by following Rick Grimes, and now - it's an easy line, easy to say and easy to believe in and much harder to hold - here's someone else saying they have to look out for each other. Band together. Have each other's backs.
But Rosita knows not everyone will make it, and she knows you can't trust everyone to have your back the way you have theirs. She doesn't disparage his comment, but it's also blatantly obvious she doesn't quite buy in either. She just listens.
She just nods.
"Live where you want or don't," she says again, because she does remember him talking about it, remembers how he's felt his affinity shifting away from the city. She gets that. She glances around the suite, a place she was assigned and that she appreciates as a locking door and a place to stash the things she hoards, but that she feels no attachment to, that can be taken from her as simply as it was given. "I don't have anything here. Even before the old world fell for me, I didn't. So I don't have anything to prioritize over something you want."
She presses her lips together, considering that. "And he's attached to it?"