He sees himself in Lee, remembering the wariness and skepticism, remembering how every muscle in his body was primed to cut down the first mindless corpse to shamble into view. But there aren’t any. Not unless folks like them have the misfortune of being put down with their brains intact and that dormant virus ready to hijack control.

“Look...” He heaves a quiet sigh, “I hate t’be the one tellin’ you this, but you're a long way from them walkers. I know it sounds crazy, but..." A hopeless shrug. "...well, ain't a whole lot crazier than this shit."