[Some part of Philip, deep down, knows that none of this is real. Michonne, wherever she is and regardless of whether she's alive or not, is far, far away from this place. And Penny? Penny's long-since been out of his reach. But there's a part of Philip that doesn't want to believe it's not. Even though he knows what comes next, what he can't stop, he wants to stay frozen in this moment forever. When there's still a piece of Penny left, before everything fell apart and he lost himself.]
[He only spares Jean a glance out of his periphery as she's pulled away, sucked into her own fragment of a memory. It's almost enough to pull him away from his own, just for a brief moment. He doesn't know who the boy is or who he's talking about. There's a natural, morbid curiosity that this room inspires, but Philip has always been so stubbornly adamant about not getting to know people that he wants to look away as well. But before he can make up his mind for himself, there's another rasp from Penny and his attention snaps right back to Michonne whose grip on Penny seems to be tightening. He holds his other hand up to show that he has nothing, he's not armed as he takes a few small steps closer. He stops when Michonne straightens.]
It's me you want.
[He just glances over at Jean, wanting help and not wanting to ask for it either. He just wants his daughter safe. Even like this. But no. He doesn't want that, does he? He knows better. But she's there. She's here.]
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[He only spares Jean a glance out of his periphery as she's pulled away, sucked into her own fragment of a memory. It's almost enough to pull him away from his own, just for a brief moment. He doesn't know who the boy is or who he's talking about. There's a natural, morbid curiosity that this room inspires, but Philip has always been so stubbornly adamant about not getting to know people that he wants to look away as well. But before he can make up his mind for himself, there's another rasp from Penny and his attention snaps right back to Michonne whose grip on Penny seems to be tightening. He holds his other hand up to show that he has nothing, he's not armed as he takes a few small steps closer. He stops when Michonne straightens.]
It's me you want.
[He just glances over at Jean, wanting help and not wanting to ask for it either. He just wants his daughter safe. Even like this. But no. He doesn't want that, does he? He knows better. But she's there. She's here.]