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*He's careful about his words, but he won't hold back about this issues*

And what's next?

I don't know. I need to think.

He knows about the farm, man...

It don't mean he's gonna bring them all on our heads.

The kid's worth takin' your chances on that?

*scrubs his face with his palms* I don't know! That's why I need to sleep on it!

... I saved him... We fed him, cared for him for a week. Now we're going to slaughter him like a fattened calf?

We don't have other choices. *holding onto his belt, he gestures with his other hand. All things considered, his tone is relatively calm*

There was a week to think this over, things got outta hands since that. *and things were more complicated than 'just a kid with some friends we don't want around'*

There's always choices. You just have t'take the time to consider them instead of rushing at everything like a bull in a china shop. There's no hurry, he's not going anywhere.

Maybe we could just keep him around here?

*That's how Rick likes to work. Taking his time, considering every chance. He's never really thought that much about it, but with the way the world runs right now? That's not going to work for long.*

What about supplies, huh? Foods gonna ran out and we'll be feedin' and extra mouth that might want us dead. *he huffs* And what's your plan? Keepin' him tied to a tree? Like a goddamn dog?

*he fixes him with a stare like he's trying to remember where his patience is and keep hold of it. He can feel some of his rationality slipping though. Everyday, someone else chips another slither away and he feels like things are shifting. Maybe it's not the people, maybe its just the way the world is now*

You make it sound like that's a less humane option than putting him down. If we make use of him its not wasted food on another mouth.

*he changes his weight from one foot to the other, letting out a tired, humorless chuckle*

You're gonna make use of someone you can't even trust?

*And will Rick's answer apply to someone else aside from that boy?*

*he takes a deep breath, he wants to avoid any more low blows to Shane today. There were enough physical ones earlier. But, he can't stay quiet*

I figure you've not been the most trustworthy in your actions of late either, Shane.

Yeah? *he doesn't want to go back there either. That's why he kept his mouth shut before.*

*Now, Shane choses to keep his tone as calm as possible. He doesn't want to become the man he so reflected on that piece of glass again*

What have I dont to our people, man?

*it doesn't escape him, the fact that he asked about the camp as a whole. In a way it was enough to know that Shane recognized what had happened with Lori*

Not keeping the calm and riling folks up to go storm that barn for a start. Angry, irrational people aren't safe people, even from themselves, and you know that. But you knew what you wanted, and you were set on dragging other folk in too.

*he took a breath, cocking his head to let him know he wasn't done you* You've threatened people. And then there's Otis...

*He's done arguing about what happened at the barn, touching the subject with Rick was exactly like arguing with a wall. And then there's Carol. The fact that Carol had to witness who had once been her daughter being put down still haunted him. That chapter is closed now.*

*he lowers his gaze for a moment, swallowing hard, before meeting Rick's eyes again.* Otis wasn't one of us. He shot Carl and we would have lost him if he wasn't for him, man. *he takes a deep breath* It was either Otis takin' that bullet or none of us bringing back the equipment to save Carl. I give you my word on that, brother.

Kinda overkill, don't you think?

Didn't want him running away, but I needed a driver. It was the best I could do in a hurry.

Guess it beats putting a bullet in his head. But what're you gonna do with him now?

That was my thinking exactly. I don't know, we were going to let him go in the middle of nowhere, but he knows where we live. Its a risk.

... Well. That makes it a little more complicated. You got any other options besides killing him?

Thought you were leaving the kid elsewhere? Why is he back here? [She glances over to the car, seeing the kid squirming a bit in the back before her eyes focus back on Rick.]

*he narrows his eyes, weighing up whether true honestly was better or if he should fudge it a bit. He didn't want people to worry about the kid knowing the place*

We ran into walkers. A whole lot of them.

[Arms folding over her chest she did find a slight pang of sympathy hitting her, though she still saw the kid as a danger if and when they decided to let him go. With a shake of her head to dismiss the subject the paramedic took in the man before her.] Guessing though your face looking like that was more or less the result of Shane and now walkers?