"She was going to make Tyreese sick. When I got here I swear Carol, I swear, she was breathing her last. Dave was too. I can't lose Ty – I, I just can't. He is all I have left. "She pleaded and begged with her eyes.

Sosha stood there looking like a little child, with sweat rolling down the sides of her face. She was breathing heavy and barely had enough oxygen to breathe, let alone speak. Carol had never seen Sosha look so afraid and so sad. She felt she had done a pretty good job covering up her emotions, going numb, no longer feeling the pain of those she lost but rather suiting herself up with another layer of thick skin to deflect the arrows of disappointment but she couldn't stop crying when she looked at Sosha. Suddenly a rush of those who were lost came flooding back in one solitary moment of grief and despair. She saw Andrea who lost Amy and her sweet Daryl who lost Merle. She herself had lost a sister a few years before the Apocalypse and she understood the pain associated with such a loss.

"Give me the gas can Sosha." Carol said softly. "You were never here."

Trembling, Sosha handed her the gas can. "I can't let you take the fall Carol." She begged and wagged her head as tears flowed down her cheeks. "I can't let you do this."

"You can, and you will Sosha. Go take a shower and go to bed. You need some rest. It's going to be okay. I know what I'm doing." Carol pleaded.

"No, you don't, Tyreese, he won't forgive me, he won't but I can't, I just can't let him get sick. I can't let him…."

"You were never here Sosha. Now, go. I've got this."

Sosha slowly turned and walked away and as she got to the door she turned around. "Why were you here Carol?"

"You're not the only one who can't lose someone Sosha." She smiled faintly and began her gruesome task.