"To find balance?" Andrea asks, looking at Mike look down at his hands. She follows his gaze for a moment, then looks back up as her shoulder lift in another deep shrug. It's not something she understands, because as good as she is at killing, she likes knowing she doesn't need it to survive. For awhile she thought she might, but she doesn't. She likes being more than the woman Rick helped shaped her into and while she'll never forget that woman, she's enjoyed adding to her.

"Balance with what?" she asks. "Hunting? Killing? Or just the urge to take something apart? I'm not completely following here, you'll have to explain it to me."