Being remembered is a comforting thought; she can see why they wouldn't want to think much further than that. It just doesn't seem like enough anymore, to trust that the living will keep being alive for your memory.
She doesn't answer his question right away, fidgeting her fingers along the cuff of her coat as she watches the fire. Her beliefs aren't really where she wanted this conversation to go--but maybe she can keep from getting too close to the heart of the matter. He's going to be drunk eventually, if he keeps taking slugs from that flask. It can't be so hard to distract him from the subject.
"Do you know what Christians are? Or is that just an Earth thing?" So much of what she's taken for granted in life doesn't seem like it has any relevance here. If there aren't walkers, why should there be anything else?
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She doesn't answer his question right away, fidgeting her fingers along the cuff of her coat as she watches the fire. Her beliefs aren't really where she wanted this conversation to go--but maybe she can keep from getting too close to the heart of the matter. He's going to be drunk eventually, if he keeps taking slugs from that flask. It can't be so hard to distract him from the subject.
"Do you know what Christians are? Or is that just an Earth thing?" So much of what she's taken for granted in life doesn't seem like it has any relevance here. If there aren't walkers, why should there be anything else?