He loads the last plate, and turns around to face her, leaning back against the countertop with his arms crossed loosely.
"Precautions against your infected are all well and good, but they aren't the reason why you can't set up this place yourself. If we should be expecting visitors, now's the time to say something."
He doesn't outright ask what happened? but it's implied, here.
Ellie pauses, but averts her eyes, not looking over at him. She doesn't talk about Abby. Ever since they got back, besides an exchange or two with Tommy or Dina, she doesn't talk about her. Ellie only really talks about the upcoming baby or the farmhouse, these days. Surprisingly bland conversation considering everything else.
"She's not gonna come here."
Twice now, Abby could have killed her. Twice now, Abby let her go. Ellie plans to make her regret those decisions.
Ellie doesn't look at him. There's a bag of Dina's to unpack. It's her various kitchen things, tools found and bartered here and there, and Ellie begins to put them on the table to see what there is.
"She didn't kill us. Coming here would be stupid. She got what she wanted."
She wanted to kill Joel. She succeeded. There's no reason for her to return to Jackson. Luckily, most people aren't as hell-bent on revenge as Ellie.
In contrast to Ellie, he's a picture of stillness. But her refusal to look at him, to stay put, is hardly lost on him. From here, he can see a pan, some cooking implements, but he doesn't move to help yet.
"What, to kick the shit out of all of you? Teach you a lesson, that was it?"
She pauses, holding a glass measuring cup. A good thing it's thick, tempered glass, because her knuckles are white with the force she's using to grip it with her fingers.
He says slowly, clearly thinking aloud, "And you went to get revenge." He raises his eyebrows, drops them, as he adds, "Which apparently didn't work out too well for you. Rarely does."
"Are you here to fucking lecture me or unpack this shit?"
It's a sharp question, a sudden change in tone as she finally looks at him, daring him to say more. No one had dared do such a thing when she returned. She thought Maria might, but the moment she saw Tommy and learned Jesse had died going after them, she'd been silent. It was almost worse.
It's a truism that Five is drawn to conflict, as if energized by the potential of a fight rather than inclined to de-escalate. So he leans forward, just a little, as he answers.
"I don't know. Depends on which one is less likely to waste my time.
You nearly got killed, looking for revenge. She clearly doesn't care about you as much as you care about her. Otherwise, she could've killed you then. Come back for you now. Do you really think you'd sleep better at night if you'd succeeded? Sounds like a wasted effort to me."
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"Precautions against your infected are all well and good, but they aren't the reason why you can't set up this place yourself. If we should be expecting visitors, now's the time to say something."
He doesn't outright ask what happened? but it's implied, here.
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"She's not gonna come here."
Twice now, Abby could have killed her. Twice now, Abby let her go. Ellie plans to make her regret those decisions.
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His tone is measured, every word carefully enunciated, as he watches her. He hasn't moved any closer, but his gaze is sharp, serious.
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"She didn't kill us. Coming here would be stupid. She got what she wanted."
She wanted to kill Joel. She succeeded. There's no reason for her to return to Jackson. Luckily, most people aren't as hell-bent on revenge as Ellie.
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In contrast to Ellie, he's a picture of stillness. But her refusal to look at him, to stay put, is hardly lost on him. From here, he can see a pan, some cooking implements, but he doesn't move to help yet.
"What, to kick the shit out of all of you? Teach you a lesson, that was it?"
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"No. Before then. She came here to kill someone."
And she did.
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He says slowly, clearly thinking aloud, "And you went to get revenge." He raises his eyebrows, drops them, as he adds, "Which apparently didn't work out too well for you. Rarely does."
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It's a sharp question, a sudden change in tone as she finally looks at him, daring him to say more. No one had dared do such a thing when she returned. She thought Maria might, but the moment she saw Tommy and learned Jesse had died going after them, she'd been silent. It was almost worse.
he is CRUISING FOR A BRUISING
"I don't know. Depends on which one is less likely to waste my time.
You nearly got killed, looking for revenge. She clearly doesn't care about you as much as you care about her. Otherwise, she could've killed you then. Come back for you now. Do you really think you'd sleep better at night if you'd succeeded? Sounds like a wasted effort to me."
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"Look. You have no idea what the fuck you're talking about. I appreciate your help and what you've done, but you're--"
You are treading on some mighty thin ice here.
She can hear his voice in her head.
"Stop. Just shut up."