Lee walks in front of Stan, who's already bracing for impact. Kenny grips the gun tighter. "Get outta my way, Lee." His voice trembles like an earthquake. Everyone else is speechless, including Stan.

"You wanna kill this man? You might as well be killing me." Lee says, unwavering in his voice. He puffs his chest out.

Carley tries to stand, but can't. "Lee, what are you-"

"No, Carley. It's true. Stan may have killed your son, and it was in self defense, but you're right; he still did it. He still ended his life. But by the same token, I killed Walter. I did what I had to so that Carver wouldn't suspect me of betraying him, in self defense after Walt had killed somebody, just like Duck would have. If you're gonna kill anyone, you kill me."

Kenny and Lee stay locked there for what seems like minutes. The gun in Kenny's hand shakes faster and faster until at last he can't take the metronome in his muscles anymore and chucks the gun as hard as he can off the roof and into the horde. Several walkers crowd around it, only to be disappointed by the lack of humans. Kenny balls his hands into fists, falls to his knees and covers his face, sobbing uncontrollably. It starts as a whimper, and quickly breaks into a sniffling cry. Lee and Stan breathe easy, that weight lifted off their shoulders.

"I'm so sorry." Stan whispers, lowering his head. He hisses from the pain in his shoulder. Lee gets behind him and removes his bindings.

"Go ahead, man, take a rest. We'll get you medical supplies in the morning." Stan gives Lee a quiet thank you under his breath.

Shawn approaches. "I'll take a look at that wound."

Stan can't keep his eyes off Shawn's bite mark. "Shawn.. Come on, man, I see the bite. You.. you sure you don't wanna take a rest?"

"I'd love to. Only problem is I'd also love to do whatever I can to fix this place up before I 'head out'."

Stan gives a sad frown. "It's not gonna be the same without you."

Shawn thinks about that before answering. "It'll be better. Now come on, lemme see that." He walks with Stan to a lawn chair, the former taking his shirt off to get the bullet examined. Kenny wipes his tears away and cradles Duck's body in his arms, looking up and down at every bullet wound and spat of blood. His bottom lip quivers as he bursts into another bout of tears, his chest in searing pain. He closes Duck's lifeless eyes, quaking with every hushed hiccup. Sarita stands up from her seat and tries to comfort him, but as she reaches for his shoulder, he turns around and pushes her away with it, causing her to stumble back.

"STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! ALL OF YOU! LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE!" Kenny's scream startles Sarita, as well as the rest of the group. Jane draws her knife.

"B-But Kenny, I want to see him! He's my son too!" Sarita's voice, already broken, yells.

Through a squeaky voice, Kenny growls, "That's a laugh. You've got a lot of fuckin' nerve saying that to me."

"I nearly died trying to save him! Please just-" She takes a step forward, but Kenny shoves his hand out before she can move any closer.

"You and me are over. Done. Now leave me be." He can't speak anymore, instead laying his forehead against Duck's, continuing to cry.

Sarita doesn't stop. She tries again, only for Ben to grab her wrist. She looks up at him, her eyes puffy and red. "Sarita, he just needs space. It's not over, just.. Let him be."

She looks back at her boyfriend and tries to talk to him. "Kenny.. Don't do this.." He takes a long, deep breath, swallowing a lump in his throat.

"It's already done. Everything is done." He mutters, hugging his son tightly whilst continuing his sad, pained crying.

"Come on, sit down. Let's try to take a break. We could use one." Ben says, ushering Sarita to the greenhouse benches. She follows, looking back at Kenny and Duck the whole way through. Lee sighs, shaking his head as he joins Carley on her seat next to Shel and Becca. Clem follows suit.

"Hey." Carley greets.

"Hi." Lee replies tiredly.

"So, would this count as a victory for us?" Carley asks.

Lee looks around. Kenny's a sobbing mess, Duck is dead next to him, Ben and Sarita seem more troubled than they've ever been before, Rebecca's angry and won't stop glaring at Danny, Molly's head is in the stars, Luke looks blankly at the floor next to a closed off Jane, Carlos is grieving his dead daughter as quietly as possible, Nick and Pete seem tense, Shel and Becca are fearing Shawn's inevitable death, and who knows what's going through his daughter's head. "Doesn't feel like it."

"Hey, chin up. I know, we've lost a lot today, and I know the next few weeks aren't going to be easy, but you did what you thought was right, and in the process freed an entire community from one man's tyranny." Carley gives a soft smile, putting her hand down on his.

"I thought you were behind Carver for a second there." Lee says.

"I thought I was too, until he killed Chuck and had Kenny's eye beaten out." Carley looks at Molly and Kenny from the distance, both distant from the rest of the group. "We need to look out for them. They're going through a lot. More pain than even we are with Christa and everyone else."

"Not as much pain as Carlos, poor bastard." Lee whispers.

"We're all going through something." Clementine mutters.

"You said it, honey." Lee replies, holding her and Carley close to him.

"But at least we've got each other. We're all still here." Clem says.

"Not all of us. Sorry, I know what you meant, but… it's hard not to think about it." Lee responds sadly.

"Omid, Chuck, Christa… Jesus. I miss them so much." Carley whispers.

"Me too. I dream about them a lot. I dream about how we all used to sit together and talk for hours, and those dumb jokes we'd make together." Clem admits.

"Those were the days. I'd do anything to go back to the pit stop." Her father figure says, looking up at the stars.

The door to the roof opens, taking them out of their conversation. Lee stands up and aims at the door. "Yeah, right up here." Eddie says to Wyatt, bringing him upstairs. Wyatt stops him from going too far when he notices everyone's guns trained on them, immediately throwing his hands up. Eddie copies him.

"Oh shit! Chill, guys, we're unarmed!" Wyatt yelps.

"We know." Lee says, putting his gun down slowly. The others who had weapons pulled out (Pete, Jane, Luke, Carley and Shawn) putting their weapons back, but keeping their eyes on the pair.

"What's your plan then?" Pete asks, wheeling himself over the pair.

"We just wanna live, man, that's all. We're gonna hide out here, or fight the deadies, whatever you wanna do."

"We're not making anymore noise, we're hiding up here." Carley explains.

"Hey, uh.. We Saw Bill." Eddie whispers cautiously, afraid to move any closer.

"What the hell happened to his face?" Wyatt asks.

"Does it matter?" Molly questions with a roll of her eyes.

"I guess not.. I just didn't expect to see him so gorked." Eddie answers uneasily. Wyatt walks forward, jumping back when he sees Tavia's corpse.

"Shit, Tavia! Oh my god.. What happened up here?!"

"We're really not in the mood to explain. Can you just sit down and shut up?" Stan requests, wincing as Shawn applies pressure to his wound, patching it up with a binding and a piece of his shirt.

"Dude, she was your best friend!" Wyatt shouts.

"I think I know that, Wyatt. Please." Stan lowers his head. "I'm still processing it too."

"Someone better explain something eventually, that's all I'm saying." Wyatt mutters, standing by the greenhouse with furrowed brows.

"I'll explain tomorrow! Okay?" Shawn shouts, a headache rising in his temples.

"Sure, man. Sure." Wyatt replies.

"Hey, Dan, where's Justin?" Eddie asks, walking up to the ex convict.

"Justin… oh shit. Where is Justin?" Danny thinks out loud, looking around the roof. "We never clued him in on the plan! Shit, he's gonna kill me."

"I left him in the storage closet downstairs. But we can't leave now, it's too risky. We don't know how sturdy those doors are." Lee answers.

"Sturdy enough that the last herd Howe's had was relatively horrible. We shouldn't go down there 'till morning when we know we can fight 'em off." Pete replies.

"No, dude, we gotta go down there! Tisha, Justin, they could die down there! Besides, while we're down there we could get more guns from the armory in case the deadies get in." Wyatt explains.

"I'll go with them, if you think it's a good idea." Danny adds. Lee looks at the three mildly pathetic boys and thinks of an answer to their predicament.

Choices

A: Send Wyatt, Eddie and Danny down to save Justin and Tisha.

B: Go down yourself with Luke.

D: Forbid anyone from leaving.

Relationships

Clementine: 15/15

Carley: 14/15 (Your heroism is never lost on her)

Molly: 15/15

Kenny: 5/15 (He isn't sure how to feel about your action)

Ben: 13/15 (He's glad you prevented Kenny from hurting Stan)

Sarita: 7/15 (She's grateful you prevented Kenny from hurting Stan)

Luke: 13/15 (You proved yourself selfless today)

Pete: 15/15 (See Luke's reason)

Nick: 15/15

Carlos: 13/15

Rebecca: 11/15 (She thinks you should have let Kenny have his revenge)

Jane: 7/15

Danny: 8/15 (He needs to go save Justin at the very least, no matter the risk)

Stan: 6/15 (He's grateful you saved his life)

Shawn: 8/15

Justin: 3/15

Wyatt: 4/15 (He isn't scared of you, he just wants everyone to be okay)

Eddie: 7/15 (He's more scared of you than anything)

Shel: 8/15

Becca: 8/15