He offers a faint quirk of a smile, watching as Zev serves them. It doesn't last. "It's the livin' I'm worried about." The walkers, they're predictable, mindless. They don't scheme, don't kidnap or rape or play mind games. What you see is what you get.

He sighs again, soft through his nose, a furrow etching between in his brows. "...S'hard, bein' on your own. Those who've seen groups fall apart... I can see how it might look like the better option, sometimes." A beat. But I ain't built that way. "Can't get hurt if you're keepin' far away from people." A tired shake of his head. "But that's no way to be. In the end, it'll jus'... kill you inside."