Last spark from the ashes

"Hey, we don't use that word." Ohhh my god, kicking self round two. He just interjected reflexively at the mention of the z-word and now he just sounds like a big idiot. This is not the time, Jesse!

His look softens to something more sympathetic as Bryn continues however, getting a better feel now for how awful this must all be. "Hey, I ain't tryin' to rile you up none. I'm real sorry if it seems that way. But ol' Jesse, he don't tell no fibs. Not once, not ever. And I sure as shootin' ain't gonna lie to a friend.

"But...I mean, I used to be human too, y'know? An' if you pulled up ol' Jesse how he was a few years back, he'd sooner spit in yer eye than believe some talk about how I ain't gonna have a pulse no more and turn a shade o' green. He ain't gonna believe there's gonna be walkin' dead on the face of God's green earth neither cuz that's just made-up stuff fer movies. But it's how it is now, back home. Sometimes we become stuff and we don't-...We don't even remember how we got here. We just know we're different now. An' maybe yer on your way back here. Pushin' past some of the lost memory files or whatever and findin' who you were before things went south. I sure as hell don't know what's waitin' fer me on the other side of that. So I get yer prolly feelin' like we're runnin' ya'll around the barn and I'm real sorry about that, Blaze."