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Is There Any Truth In Your Words?

"I was there. I was taken with the others." Siddiq's brave but shaking voice travelled around the Kingdom. I could hear it from a distance, my ears choosing to block out the rest of his speech.

The gardens were a beautiful place, full of life and nature and everything I loved. The flowers were wilting but they still had their colour, the reds and pinks standing out against the green. Before long, they would've died altogether, only to make way for new ones after the winter.

I couldn't let people see me like this. Tara was gone and now I was all that remained in the place of leadership at the Hilltop. I had to keep a strong front for my people, but it felt almost impossible. That's why I chose to keep to myself, alone and without the watchful eyes of everyone else.

I couldn't even look my daughter in the eye when we came back. How was I supposed to tell her what we found? She was just a kid, for Christ's sake. She shouldn't have to deal with any of it.

I already knew what happened. Siddiq and the others had been kidnapped from the fair, forced onto their knees in a barn and killed one by one. He was only left breathing because Alpha wanted to pass on the message. They fought for their lives but in the end it wasn't enough. I couldn't imagine the fear in their hearts when they realised they lost the battle.

I could appreciate what Siddiq wanted to say, to keep the hope alive in the community despite our losses, but I just couldn't feel it.

There wasn't even a rage inside me, no fire left to burn. It had dwindled a long time ago when I realised it never got me anywhere. I had felt it when Glenn died, my need for revenge keeping me going. But still, Negan lived. I felt it when Hershel died, but then I wound up alone and afraid with nowhere to go. I wanted Alpha dead for what she did, but there was no energy in me to strive for it.

My fingers fumbled around my wrist, the thin cotton circling it in a pattern of faded colours. I had no idea where the matching one was, discarded with the rest of Enid's body. The whole thing disgusted me in an entirely new way.

I wondered if Siddiq even believed his own words as he spoke to the entire group of survivors, every community standing together in the tragedy. Did Carol believe it? Alden, Ezekiel?

"So we have to keep going. For them and for all of us."

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