-- more than his itch scratcher. She never got that. Paula... She's too much in Negan's camp. She kneels. She /always/ will. But.
{Skin starting to crawl, she looked back @Mortal_Enemies, pointing towards the black and white image of @BrutalBlindness.} /She's/ the one --
-- wounds from the grainy picture in front of her.}
She didn't get it. She thought... She thought I was ungrateful. That I had it easy, but /damn/... I just wanted a purpose, you know? To make some kind of difference to someone other than Negan. To be, I don't know --
-- /anything/ to change places with her. Run an outpost crew. Get outside the walls. {snorting} Or, you know, wear flats. Goddamn world comes to a crashing halt and I'm still stuck in heels.
{Worrying her bottom lip, she pushed to her feet, trying to guess @ChangedTheWater's --
-- Jealous of her seemingly lavish lifestyle, luxuriating in @FcknFriendly's private domain in heels and a stupid little black dress.
Jealous. Hating her, maybe.
God, what a joke.}
{quietly} We weren't close. You want to hear something funny? I... I would have given --
-- she let out a long breath, wondering how in the hell she was going to describe the hardass from the Sanctuary.
A friend? Hardly. @ChangedTheWater had never warmed up to her. She knew #Paula was jealous of her relationship with @FcknFriendly, wildly toxic as it had been. --
I remember them...
{Sitting with @Mortal_Enemies, her gaze on the security room's bank of monitor, she lifted a hand, a minute tremble in her finger as she pointed at the screen showing @ChangedTheWater and @BrutalBlindness.}
Paula. She was...
{Words failing her, --