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weareallnegan (weareallnegan) wrote,

Gretel's answer was... ominous, to say the least. The idea of dying wasn't really something that Negan would look forward to, but if they were going to come back anyway, did it matter? That was a question he'd set aside until it came up. Hopefully it wouldn't come up. But if the way Gretel spoke about it was any indication, it would. Maybe sooner rather than later.

No, definitely not worth thinking about just yet.

Any reaction he might've had to the first part of what she said went straight out the window when she said her name. "Gretel?" He grinned, looking her up and down. Then it occurred to him - she had a brother. A look of realization spread across his face. "Oh, no fuckin' way, is your brother's name Hansel? Please tell me his name's fucking Hansel." That would be just too goddamn perfect. He'd stumbled into a hotel with Hansel and fucking Gretel, who had a crossbow for whatever reason. Now he was intrigued.