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“says who?” carol asked, her brows furrowed. her and morgan hadn’t always seen eye to eye on most things, still didn’t. but she did care about him. she cared about their entire group and would continue to. “i’m no one. not before anyway.”

“Says me.” Acting stubborn, which was almost rare for him, his frown remains. He usually didn’t mind, not fitting in. It didn’t matter to him. However, he felt as though he should have been on his own. Again. “No one?” He repeats. “You’re far from no one. Tougher than I am.”

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Wearing his armor, Dante shakes his head, in order to get his dark hair out of his face. He pulls a lighter and a cigarette in his pocket, gently placing the cigarette in his mouth; then lighting it. “I hope you don’t mind,” He says, to whoever he can hear trailing behind him. “Sé que es un mal hábito.” He laughs. The smile on his face quickly fades. “Estamos en una mierda profunda.” 

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“i can see you, morgan.” carol’s words rung out louder above the dull roar of the group. “and you’re not leavin’.” her words were blunt, eyes fixed on him. when carol had wanted to go, morgan had stopped her. she sure as hell wasn’t going to abandon him.

He’d left before, and despite having just returned, he wanted to leave now. He believed in the Kingdom, he believed in the King. In Rick and Maggie, too. He’d kept Carol from leaving, only for her to return the favor. He saved her life. Because he CARED for her. He turns around with a sigh. “Don’t know that this place is right for me, Carol.” He promised he’d never leave her. Yet here he is, contemplating leaving again. “I’m no knight.” 

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His ears are RINGING. He doesn’t know why, he only knows the intensity of what he feels. Staff in hand, he reenters the Kingdom with a frown on his face. He had left-- for his own good. Could never bring himself to stay anywhere. He was a lot like some of his peers, in that way. He’s tired. His head aches, and had been for at least a couple hours now. He left to catch his breath, behind the King’s back. Behind Carol’s. In his mind, it’s better that way. Being alone. Knights and guards take notice of him, but don’t say a word. He keeps walking, with no intention of talking to anyone. 

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