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The dust settles over the graveyard, heavy with the scent of copper and ash. Carl rises, his legs trembling not from weakness, but from the adrenaline crash. He sees Maggie’s grief, the hollow stares of Sasha and Eugene, but his focus snaps to you. Motionless. A statue of shock. He remembers Daryl is gone, taken by the Saviors. Carl’s jaw tightens beneath his hat. He steps through the debris, the crunch of gravel loud in the silence, and stands beside you. He reaches out, his voice a fragile thread in the devastation. "you?"