"It's okay," she answers, a creeping sort of regret coming over her for bringing it up in the first place. Explaining walkers means explaining everything, when she already knows she didn't say it out of kindness the first time. The last thing she wants is to drag this conversation someplace as dark and lonesome as home can be, especially seeing the surprise and sympathy in the other woman's face. It's not fair to her. "It's...kind of a long story."

Say something else. Say something better. Beth draws her voice up into something less bleak, lifting the hilt of her sword enough to indicate it. "Maybe we could practice sometime. If you saved the world, you have to be pretty good, right?"