When Rick approached Andrea in her new cell he had no intent in mind. He simply felt that he was obligated to talk to her because no one else seemed to be and she did just go through hell to warn them of the Governor's plans had they turned Michonne over. He didn't really want to talk to her but he wasn't trying to be so dismissive of her either. He just didn't know what to say to the woman. After all things were already awkward enough with him being the one to make the call to leave her behind at the farm and him being the one to frisk her after their first reunion at the prison. He just felt after all that he had to say more than two words to her eventually.

"So feel you can call being here with us in a prison home yet?"

Andrea looked up from where she sat on her bunk to see Rick standing in the doorway of her cell. She'd known he'd been watching her a while but the tension between them made it difficult for either to acknowledge each others presence. She gave a feeble smile and answered in the best way she knew how.

"Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in."

Rick inwardly laughed at her answer. How could she possible believe that."Well you didn't exactly get a welcome wagon greeting from us."

"Don't even start. I get it, I was literally sleeping with the enemy. Besides I welcomed you with a gun to the face remember?"

Both smiled at the very distant memory of his first arrival into all of their lives. They had all changed so much since then. Some had changed for the better while some had changed for worse.

"God, what happened?" Andrea sighed as she looked up to the sky as if she expected a sign from God to explain to her why if he was supposed to be such a good God would he put all these beautiful people through such hell."We've all lost so much to this damn world."

Rick sighed feeling all the pains of everyone he had killed since this world had changed whether it be by his own hands or a result of his failed leadership. It was a burden that weighed heavy on him. "I guess that's mostly my fault."

Andrea's eyes darted back up to meet his deep blue eyes and she momentarily lost thought in them.

"Look at what I'm doing. I've got us waged in a war we can't possible win while we kill juvenile soldiers. What we live by we die by and I've been living by a gun for almost a year now. Maybe this is poetic justice. I shouldn't have been leader. I shouldn't have made myself leader."

Andrea then came back to reality just in time to respond. "Well what do you propose we do?"

Damn. Rick hoped he could get through one conversation this week without being asked for guidance. He never wanted this conversation to go back to their current situation. All he wanted to do was forget about it all. The pain the sorrow the never ending death...the world. This wasn't the first time the thought had occurred to him.

"We're all dead you know-you, me, Carol, Glenn-everyone. The only difference between us and the dead is that they don't have to put up with all the bullshit we do. They're resting, they got no troubles on their mind. Nothing creeping around every corner trying to kill them. Their at peace." Rick looked back up to Andrea who was now standing in front of him with imploring eyes. "I wonder how I should like you to come to me and offer to put me gently out of my pain."

Andrea frowned at this feeling disgusted. Only Rick could give such a dismissive response and she was getting tired of all the self pity going around and seeing Rick of all people go through it was the last straw.

"You know Rick worry kills more people than work because more people worry than work. Now why don't you stop being such a pussy and stop worrying and start working on a plan."

"Well that was sure inspiring Andrea." Rick said humorously.

Andrea stepped out in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on...and you wanting to end yours I get that. But while you do that the rest of us live on and believe it or not we need you. That inspiring enough for you?"

Rick looked down and nodded. "Yeah."

As much as he wanted not to believe it she was probably right and they couldn't afford for him to be so selfish. Especially not Carl and Rick inwardly cursed at himself for thinking of abandoning his son.

Andrea smiled sensing that he understood. "Good. Now I'm going to grab a last supper while you come up with that plan we talked about."

Before she left Andrea placed her other hand on Rick's shoulder and leaned up placing a tentative kiss on his cheek.

"Smile. Tomorrow's going to be worse."