[ Carl knows, in one corner of his mind, that this was a stupid thing to do. That this isn't some random murder in the woods, where no one knows who dies or even cares about another corpse. But god, this felt right. It didn't feel good, but being right is never felt to be good. But even then - he knows where he is. In a hallway of a school. A school Carl encouraged Dad, Enid, and Daryl to live in. A school he told them as safe and secure. Filled with innocent people. He as good as thrown them out on the streets. Carl knows this. So when he is grabbed and dragged away, he's not even surprised. But he still struggles. ]
Get off! Get off!
[ He slips underneath the blood. He struggles hard to keep his grip on the knife. ]
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Get off! Get off!
[ He slips underneath the blood. He struggles hard to keep his grip on the knife. ]
He has to die!