[He tilts his head. He had just said he wanted answers and was doing the appropriate communications channel thing. So far he was assuming it was some grand hallucination and he was on the ground somewhere, possibly being beaten to death by Negan, mind working overtime to process it all. Weird hallucination, even for him, sure, but if it wasn't that, then it meant it was real.
Either way, it was just as strange his mind would conjure up Carl with both eyes to answer his questions as it was whatever this ship and 'Atroma' person would do the same. Both were possibilities he didn't appreciate in the least.
The scowl didn't disappear, but he relaxed some, knees coming up so his feet could rest against the edge of the console. He picked at a dirty toe and muttered to himself:]
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Either way, it was just as strange his mind would conjure up Carl with both eyes to answer his questions as it was whatever this ship and 'Atroma' person would do the same. Both were possibilities he didn't appreciate in the least.
The scowl didn't disappear, but he relaxed some, knees coming up so his feet could rest against the edge of the console. He picked at a dirty toe and muttered to himself:]
Could have picked a better face for it.
[Before speaking up.]
Fine. Spit it out already.