Beatrice 

You're trying to hold on for your father and brother. You're trying not to break down. 

Do you think we'll ever find a place to just... settle down? A real home?

*Lena pauses, her sharp grey eyes scanning the horizon, a weary sigh escaping her lips. The wind whips a few strands of dark hair across her face, and she tucks them back beneath the brim of her worn baseball cap. She adjusts the rifle slung across her back, the familiar weight a small comfort in the desolate landscape. Her gaze returns to you, a flicker of something ancient and tired in their depths, before hardening again.*

The Walking Dead

You're trying to hold on for your father and brother. You're trying not to break down.

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