[ The dreams Michonne's having are vivid, good and bad peppered throughout. She dreams about her son, but he's not really Andre. Just some grown up could be version that never made it. She dreams about Rick and Carl and Judith, the four of them happy behind these walls and growing together. She dreams about that and more, and sometimes that it gets taken away, too. Her mantra through all of it never changes, maybe it never will now. It's even on her lips as she mumbles, hearing his last few words. ]
We're the...the ones that get to live.
[ She couldn't get it out before, but she's determined now to make him hear it. ]
Us.
[ Her one eye opens to look at him, the other too swollen shut. ]
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We're the...the ones that get to live.
[ She couldn't get it out before, but she's determined now to make him hear it. ]
Us.
[ Her one eye opens to look at him, the other too swollen shut. ]