[ This isn't fair. Not in the slightest. And hell, nothing about their lives are fair anymore but this takes the shitty cake. A child saddled with an infant. Now, more than ever, Michonne wishes she could just fucking remember. ]

It's hard. Because people keep fucking you over. Then you start to care, and something fucks them over and you're alone again.

[ She knows. She knows it. ]

My son. I lost him and I was done. I walked away from groups, told people I didn't need them. Then I found one person about to die in the woods. A walker was on her, I saved her. And I didn't walk away. Don't know why I didn't that time. But I let her stay with me. We got through winter together. Almost a year.

[ Michonne pauses and looks at Clementine. ]

It was Andrea.