Hearing Maggie finally say those words to her, Tara felt as if all the weight she had been carrying on her shoulders was eased away, and the only thing that she wanted to do was feel Maggie's lips against her own again. But as she leaned in for a second kiss, the door clicked again before it was pushed open: revealing both Gareth and Martin who were carrying paper plates in both hands, piled high with meat.

"Breakfast's here," Gareth whispered eerily as his lips twisted upwards into a grin, his eyes meeting Maggie and Tara.

Maggie's eyes were glued to the plates as Gareth set them down carefully on the table, her arm nervously wrapping around Tara's back, her head leaning against her shoulder."Is-is that-"

"Human meat?" Gareth asked, completing Maggie's question, his grin still lingering on his lips. "That's correct. Very good, Maggie. But it's not just any human meat. No, see this one here," he placed his fingers on one of the four paper plates laid out in front of Tara and Maggie, pushing it towards Maggie. "This one here is whatever's left of Glenn… that one's for you."

"Wh-what?" Maggie stammered out, immediately lifting her head from Tara's shoulder, her gaze scanning over the plate of meat before it shifted back to Tara's eyes. "H-he's jus' messin' with me… right?"

Tara didn't answer Maggie, her eyes glued on Gareth as she tried to figure out the answer to this question herself. But, he gave nothing away, seeming as though he were serious.

"You sick fuck…" Maggie whispered, her tear-filled eyes meeting Gareth's as he flashed her a small smile.

"Are you sticking up for yourself, Maggie? That's different…" was his only response.

"You really think you're gonna make me eat that?" Maggie asked, her voice wavering.

"Don't sound so offended, Maggie," Gareth demanded calmly, placing the palms of his hands down on the surface of the tabletop as he leaned forwards, eye level with Maggie. "It's not like you even loved the guy, anyway. I mean, it's been what: four or five days since he died? And you've already moved on to Tara, which isn't much of an upgrade, by the way. Not that you really love her, either. I mean, you're just clinging onto her until someone better comes along to ease your pain. Am I right, Maggie?"

Maggie immediately pushed Tara's arm off of her waist and got to her feet, lunging forwards and leaning over the table as she slapped the palm of her hand against Gareth's cheek with enough force to instantly leave a red mark.

Martin moved to restrain Maggie, but Gareth, slightly taken aback, held his hand up, gesturing for Martin to stay where he was. "Sit. Down," he demanded, his voice dangerously calm.

But, Maggie ignored Gareth's request, not moving as she glared angrily up at him from across the table.

"Now!" he screamed, the volume of his voice causing Maggie to jump slightly.

"Maggie…" Tara whispered softly, wrapping her free arm around Maggie's waist as she gently pulled her back down onto her lap. "That isn't really Glenn, is it?"

Tara's question seemed to instantly change Gareth's mood; a small smile curving the edges of his mouth. "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't," was all he offered to her as an answer as he gestured towards one of the other three plates. "And maybe that one's Sasha, and maybe the other two are Daryl and Bob. But maybe they're not."

Tara laughed sarcastically, leaning forwards slightly in her seat so that she was closer to Gareth as she spoke to him. "Even if they are, what the hell makes you think that we're gonna eat them?"

Gareth chuckled lightly before offering his simple answer: "Survival."

"Survival?" Tara repeated, quirking an eyebrow at Gareth as she tried to make sense of his answer.

"Mhmm," Gareth agreed as he took a seat in the chair directly across from Tara. "You see, I know that the two of you haven't eaten in days. And, being stuck here with a group of cannibals, I'd say your only hope of surviving is to eat what we offer you. And the only thing we have to offer you is this," Gareth explained calmly, gesturing towards the paper plates that were piled with meat.

"You really expect me to believe that?" Tara asked, a sarcastic chuckle slipping through her lips as she shook her head. "You have a group of fifty-plus people living here, with a limited supply on 'food sources' and you expect us to believe that the only thing you freaks eat are other people? It's bullshit, Gareth, and we're not buying it."

Gareth shrugged his shoulders lightly, leaning back more comfortably in his chair. "Doesn't really matter, does it? I mean, maybe we do eat other things besides people, but I'm not going to offer the two of you anything except for the best of what we have. Am I not being generous here?"

"We're not gonna sink to your level. We're not gonna eat other people," Tara insisted defiantly, impatience growing apparent in her tone.

"I'd have said the same thing as you before the shit hit the fan, Tara. You'd be surprised how much you can change when you realize what you need to do to survive," Gareth replied, his voice losing it's emotion and becoming serious. "You know, I really do like the two of you. I'd have liked to have the two of you join us. I mean, I really didn't want to have to hurt either of you, but you've forced me to. I mean for God's sake, I let you go! I let you leave here alive and you planned on repaying me by attacking the only thing that I have left? Listen, I know that I've been putting you both through a lot of shit, but this is your fault. You could've avoided this."

"Enough is enough, Gareth," Tara remarked coldly, showing no sympathy towards him. "We didn't hurt anybody. And no matter what you say, nothing is gonna justify what you've done to us. Don't try to make us feel like we deserve this, like you're the victim here. I'm going to kill you. And you're going to deserve it."