"Go back while you can. You know I did. Whatever he's done to you, there's more. There's always more."

~Sherry

Glenn was pacing atop the wall when he heard the trucks pull up to Alexandria. "The Saviors are back!" He called out to the citizens who were doing their normal activities. They immediately stopped and rushed over to the gate.

He glared down at Negan, who simply waved at him gleefully.

"It seems like you're here more than you are at your own base," Glenn acknowledged.

"What can I say? Alexandria is like a vacation!" Negan gestured at the city. "And can I just say that I nearly didn't recognize you without the mustache and beard? You look like a kid!" Glenn frowned, while the other Saviors climbed out of their vehicles, growing impatient of getting kept out of the city. Two of them were carrying something in a garbage bag, leaving Glenn curious to what it was.

Aaron grudgingly opened the gate for Negan and his men, and as soon as Negan stepped foot in Alexandria the two Saviors dropped the bag. Spencer's gutted body came tumbling out, immediately prompting the screams and gasps from several Alexandrians.

Rosita stared down in horror and anger at the body; hot tears already forming in her eyes. Rick, who came running up to the scene, felt a surge of rage threaten to spill over. Glenn leaned on to the railing beside the wall for support, feeling as if he was about to jump down and strangle Negan right then and there.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Negan couldn't comprehend their emotions, only expecting gratitude and praise. "I saved you," He walked up to Rick. "He came to me to convince me to kill you. He wanted to overthrow you."

Rick could only look back at Negan in anger, unable to find any words to say anything.

"Aren't you going to thank me? I could have listened to him, but instead I saw him for the weasel he really was!"

Everyone stayed silent, either sobbing or too in shock to speak. Rosita broke the silence with a vengeful scream, sprinting towards Negan with a blade. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Rick turned his head towards her, yelling for her to stop. Negan raised his bat in defense. Rosita lunged at Negan before she was pinned down by a female Savior. The Savior wrestled the blade from her hand and held it above her face.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Negan exclaimed. "That was very rude of you! I just expect a simple thanks and you nearly cut me!"

"Go to hell!!" Rosita squirmed. The female Savior pressed the blade on Rosita's cheek, drawing blood.

"Now I will get a thank you or I will tell Arat to scar that pretty little face of yours permanently," Negan leaned over Rosita. Arat pressed the knife deeper into Rosita. Abraham stepped to the front of the crowd, fists clenched in preparation. He was not going to allow this any longer; he would beat Negan to a pulp even if it meant he would be killed.

"Thank you," a voice said behind Negan. Everyone turned around to see it belonged to Glenn, climbing down from the wall. He had an unreadable expression on his face as he approached Negan. He stood up straight against him, not flinching at all. Arat climbed off of Rosita, the latter wiping the blood off of her face.

"Damn right!" Negan gestured excitedly. "But I'm not going to let that go unpunished. We're going to take even more than what was agreed on."

"Negan, no, please," Rick started to crack again. "We're starving here."

"Rick, it's okay," Glenn forced a smile. "I'll go scavenge. I was supposed to go anyway." Rick looked at Glenn, instantly realizing what he was about to do.

"See? The boy gets it! He knows the value of hard work," Negan placed Lucille by his shoulder, walking off to Rick's house. "Now where is little Judith? I'm sure she missed me!" Glenn's smile dropped as he nodded at Rick. Rick inhaled, taking a leap of faith with this plan.

~

"You can't leave again," Enid pleaded quietly.

"I have to," Glenn responded as he saddled the horse from The Kingdom.

"You keep leaving. The first time I understood. But these last times...it's too dangerous. What if you don't come back? Rick won't do anything-"

"I know. So don't come looking for me if I don't come back. You understand, Enid?"

"You know I can't promise that," She gripped onto his wrist.

"You have to," Glenn looked down at her sadly.

"What's going on over here?" A Savior approached the pair, the same Savior who was bothering Enid the last time. Enid instantly backed away from Glenn, saying: "Nothing." Glenn narrowed his eyes at the man.

"It looked like you two were getting too cozy," The Savior leered at Enid.

"We were just talking," Enid held her ground. The Savior stroked Enid's hair, causing her to shudder.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you... But Negan did say we could take anything we wanted..." He grabbed onto her, causing her to scream and fight. Glenn didn't hesitate in tackling the Savior and punching him furiously.

However, The Savior was too large and strong and threw Glenn off of him. Glenn hit the ground with a groan as two more Saviors came running over to see what was happening.

"He's getting in the way!" The first Savior growled. The three of them stalked over to him, but not before Enid jumped onto one of them, scratching and clawing madly. The other two started kicking Glenn, but Negan immediately arrived, halting their beating.

"What the hell is going on?!!"

"The man interfered with my plans," The first Savior said. Glenn stood up, clutching his ribs. "Y-your plans w-were to m-molest a girl."

"Is that true?" Negan asked the infuriated Enid.

"Yeah. He wanted to take me," she answered.

"I am so sorry. I am strictly against rape. And you know that!" Negan turned his anger towards the would-be rapist, who began shaking.

"N-Negan, I d-didn't" But the bat collided with the man's skull before he could finish his sentence. Negan continued bashing the man with Lucille until he was officially dead. Rick and the group looked on in horror, memories of what happened to Daryl and Maggie flooding back to them.

"I apologize for my men's behavior," Negan told Rick once he had finished. "The Saviors are supposed to rebuild civilization. And we can't accomplish that goal if my men are attempting to rape women."

Rick's skin was pale and his blue eyes wide as he stared at the mess in front of him.

"T-Thank you."

~

Glenn was in pain as he rode out of the city. He had a little trouble breathing, but he was going to follow through on his mission. He zipped open his backpack, which did not have his bats, and pulled out a surgical mask. He placed it over his lower face; a skeletal jaw covering his nose and mouth.

It would be a while before he reached the base and he was careful to avoid any walkers. He noted as he passed them that they were severely decayed, barely able to walk anymore.

His mind wandered off to Maggie, as it often did. He thought about how he first met her while she was on horseback. He thought about how she would probably laugh at him right now if she saw how incorrect his form was on the horse. He remembered how he compared her to Zorro.

He was so deep in thought he didn't notice was approaching a tall factory. It wasn't until he heard the walkers coming from outside the factory did he come to his senses. He took a right into the wood, jumping off the horse. He clutched his chest again, hurting all over.

"St-stay here," Glenn told the horse, who only blinked in response. He rubbed its mane gently, before sneaking off.

He crept low in the brush, watching the factory. Was this the place? He had followed the directions Rick gave. He had gotten them from Carl, who somehow got them from Dwight? He wasn't sure how or why. Rick intentionally left those details out.

There wasn't much movement in the factory. Only from the walkers who were roaming inside the chain link fence. There were hardly any vehicles left either; most of The Saviors appeared to be in Alexandria.

He couldn't get over the scale of the place. It was enormous. It would take a lot of manpower to overrun this place.

Glenn heard the sound of footsteps approaching; he reached into his pocket and pulled out a large blade, aiming it at the person behind him. Only to be met with a crossbow pointed at his face.

"You sure do suck at sneaking around," Dwight sneered. "This is the second time I've caught you."

"Well, it's not like I'm a ninja or anything," Glenn shrugged, handing Dwight the knife.

"No kidding. I was just leaving the base when I saw your horse," He gestured to the horse, who neighed behind him. "Let's go. And take off that ridiculous mask."

Glenn pulled the mask down and was led by Dwight into the base. He was right, there were not that many Saviors in the compound.

But there were only about thirty Saviors in Alexandria- Negan's group couldn't have been this small, could it?

There was the outpost they attacked, plus the group that ambushed Daryl, plus some of the Saviors Carol killed. But there had to be more... Negan wouldn't be calm after losing so many men if there weren't more of them...

"Hurry up," Dwight jabbed him in the back with the crossbow as they climbed the stairs. As soon as they reached a corner, Glenn ambushed an unsuspecting Dwight. He knocked him down and took off up the stairs, placing his mask back on him.

He heard Dwight calling and chasing after him, but this only pushed him to not stop even if his body threatened to give out.

He finally stopped running when the pain was unbearable and his breathing was rapid. The hall around him was spinning. He spotted a large door and rushed towards it, opening it roughly just as someone else did. He collided with the person, falling onto them. He found himself in an awkward position with a woman in a black dress. She looked up from under him with a fearful expression.

He rapidly got off of her, helping the woman to her feet as well before turning away.

"Wait! Who are you?" The woman asked, holding onto the door.

"Someone who needs to get the hell away from here," He answered, albeit muffled from his mask. At that moment, he heard someone running up the stairs. The woman could see the panic in the man's eyes. She knew he didn't belong here, he was here to do something bad.

She should be afraid of him, but she didn't get that feeling from him. He had even helped her up when he ran into her.

"Come in here," She pointed to the room. He looked at her for a moment, studying her intentions. But he quickly went into the room as she shut the door and locked it.

This wasn't what he was expecting at all. A posh parlor in a dirty factory. He looked around the room while the woman sat across from him, crossing her legs.

"Now who are you?" She asked gravely. "And what are you doing here?"

He took off his mask before answering. The woman was surprised to see how young he looked; he looked harmless even.

"I'm from Alexandria. I'm here to scout the place," He knew he should have kept quiet, but she did potentially save him... unless she led him into a trap. He hoped not or he was really screwed. "I'm not here to hurt anyone," He quickly added.

"Then I should just throw you outside. You shouldn't be here...Negan has zero tolerance for unwelcome guests," She tried making herself look more intimidating.

Glenn opened his mouth to protest, but instead a surge of pain caused him to clutch his torso.

"What's wrong?" The woman stood up.

"It's nothing. Just got a beating from your people today," He grimaced, hating how this had to happen now. "If you're going to throw me out, just tell me. I at least want a head start."

"He'll kill you when he gets back... Leave. Now. Before you end up like your friend," The woman moved closer to him.

"M-My friend?" Glenn gripped onto a nearby couch for support.

"Daryl," She whispered. Glenn felt his knees buckle, his strength giving out.

"I'm fine," He wheezed as the woman reached out to support him.

"L-Lie down," She helped him to the couch, cursing herself internally for aiding the enemy. She didn't know why she was doing this... maybe because she felt extreme guilt about Daryl. Maybe because she wanted to pay what he did forward.

As soon as Glenn lied down, he felt his fatigue overwhelm him.

"Oh..no...," He struggled as he felt himself be pulled into sleep.

Sherry watched him pitifully. He had no idea what he had gotten himself into, coming into the lion's den.

A knock was heard, startling Sherry. She looked down at Glenn worriedly before going over to the door, unlocking it. She opened it, only letting her head show to a curious Dwight.

"Sherry?" Dwight eyes widened. "What are you doing in here?"

"I just came for some alcohol. Did you want some?"

"No, I was just looking for someone. I came to see if he's in here..."

"No," Sherry answered smoothly. "I have been in here the whole time. And no one's come in here."

"Okay... Well, if you do see him tell me..."

"I will," Sherry gave Dwight a convincing smile.

"You want to have a smoke break later on?" He asked.

"Sure," Sherry continued smiling. He felt his heart ache at her warm smile, remembering how she hadn't smiled at him in the longest time. He felt... happy... for once because this smile was meant for him. He gave a small smile back before leaving.

Sherry shut the door, sighing. " More whiskey does sound good right now," She poured herself a glass, taking a long sip. Unknown to her, Glenn had woken up and was watching her.

"Why did you lie?" Glenn asked, causing Sherry to choke.

"W-What I-is it to y-you?" She said in-between coughs. Glenn rushed over to her, patting her back.

"Take another sip," He instructed. "Because you should have given me up right then. Your people hate my people. And the feeling's mutual."

"I don't hate your people," was all she said. Glenn looked at her strangely.

"You are putting your life, my life, and other lives in danger by being here," Her voice dropped low.

"I don't care about Dwight. Let him suffer," Glenn sneered, walking away from her. "And I don't care about your people's lives either."

"I won't let more people get hurt because of you," She pulled out a knife attached to her thigh and pointed it at Glenn. "I have sacrificed too much so you could just ruin it! We can do this the easy way... Or the hard way. Which is it?"

Glenn looked at the knife and instantly knocked it from her hand. He quickly sped off from the room with Sherry struggling behind. He was still weak and she was wearing heels, making it difficult for both of them to run.

The sound of several pairs of heels were approaching them. Glenn and Sherry froze. Looking at the door closest to them, Glenn threw himself into the room and locked the door before Sherry had time to react. This room was decorated as extravagantly as the previous room he had just been in, albeit smaller. Instead of a sitting room, this was a bedroom. He pressed himself against the door, listening to what was happening outside.

"Hey, Sherry!" Amber waved at her with the other women in tow.

"Hi, Amber," Sherry answered breathlessly.

"What's wrong? You don't look well.." Amber became concerned.

"I'm feeling kind of sick. I was just going to my room to rest," Sherry looked at the room Glenn had just entered.

"Oh, okay. We were just heading to the parlor for a drink. We're enjoying this atmosphere without Negan here," Amber sighed with ease. "But yeah, you should rest, Sherry. Once Negan arrives, he's going to expect us to be in our best shape."

"I know, seeing that he expects us to be wearing these dresses when he comes back," Sherry sighed.

"I thought being one of his wives would make life easier... but it's just as demanding," Amber stated. Sherry nodded her head in response while the other girls looked on sadly. The girls wished Sherry well before entering the parlor, leaving Sherry to stand alone outside of her room.

She frowned, knocking on her door. "Can you please let me in?"

"Not unless you vow to not turn me into Dwight or anyone else," Glenn answered from the other side.

"Fine." The sound of the lock being turned was heard.

Sherry entered her room to see Glenn sitting on the floor angrily. "You're his wife?!"

"Yes..." Sherry looked down at him confused as to why he was so angry.

"That man should never be allowed to have a wife! HIM! DWIGHT! ANY MALE SAVIOR!" Glenn rose up, cornering Sherry.

"Maybe I should just kill you... and all the other women in the parlor...Then I could show him what it feels like to lose a wife," Glenn raised his hands to Sherry's throat. But he dropped them as he looked into her frightened eyes, turning away towards the bed.

"N-Negan doesn't kill women... He doesn't even beat us," Sherry put her cold hand to her neck.

"No? He managed to do both of those with Maggie!" Glenn turned his head towards her; his eyes glowing with rage. "He denied her chance to go to the doctor. To live. Instead, he wanted to play a stupid game that ended with my wife and friend dead!"

Sherry carefully approached the seething man, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Tell me about her." She gestured for him to sit beside her, hoping to calm him down. But she also wanted to hear his story, something that had been hidden from her. A story that connected the vastly different pair.

Glenn sat on the bed, looking down at his boots. "She was a farm girl. I first met her when she was on a horse. She had short, brown hair. And her eyes... they were green and full of life, so beautiful compared to my brown ones. He accent... she had such a cute Southern accent," Tears were rolling down his face as he recalled everything he loved about Maggie. "We started a relationship right away on her dad's farm. Then, we were forced to move somewhere else. A prison. We got married there, I even gave her a ring. We were separated for a while, well, the whole group was. But we searched for each other and we eventually found one another. We always did..." He sniffed.

Sherry was impacted by this deeply. She did not even know this man or his wife, but she knew he truly loved her.

"Each time I lost her, she would always search for me. She always believed I would find her. She never gave up that hope. We decided to become parents. At first, being a father terrified me. I didn't want kids in this world. But she convinced me that I would be a good father," His voice was cracking. "When I saw her for the last time, she was sick. With our child... She was on her way to see a doctor, but Negan interfered. After seeing Daryl killed, it was too much for her. She went into shock or something and collapsed. I wanted to be there for her last moments, I knew she was dying. But Dwight kept me from that. He pinned me to the ground and I had to watch Negan hit her body so she wouldn't become a walker. He even expected thanks from that. Like he had done me a favor," Glenn's voice was dropping from low to high passionately. "Negan has destroyed my life and made sure I knew. He has only taunted me, insulted me, and threatened violence upon others because of my reaction to seeing my wife die." He was staring at her with eyes continuing to burn with rage. "So yes. Your people will be hurt because of me. They are at risk from my wrath. Because when we come knocking this place will become a graveyard."

Sherry could no longer face his stare, feeling so much guilt and anger and sorrow. "You have every right to." Glenn was surprised by this; he didn't think Sherry would agree with him.

"I was only terrified by Negan before you came here. But I realized there is something more frightening than a man who isn't afraid to kill. It's a man who isn't afraid to die," Sherry held herself.

Glenn studied her before he asked, "What did you sacrifice to Negan?"

"I used to be married to Dwight. We ran away to escape from Negan. I had stolen some insulin for my sister who was supposed to be married off to him. But she died, so we decided to go back," She shook her head. "Negan was going to kill Dwight, but I offered to marry Negan to spare him. He agreed to this, but not without burning Dwight with an iron as punishment. I know this is nowhere near as tragic as what you said...We have our lives."

"But you lost your future to Negan. You lost a spouse in a way. Dwight lost his wife and part of his face. You have to sleep with this psychopath, knowing what he did and what he's capable of," Glenn explained.

"I guess I also lost a friend. We had run into Daryl when we escaped and he had helped us. He could have killed us and some nights I think he should have. And how did we repay him? By stealing his bike and crossbow. Dwight later took his vest. I know that Dwight is responsible for a lot of this... He's become so much like Negan," Sherry sobbed. "And I probably have too."

"No, you haven't," Glenn placed his hand over hers. She wanted to move it away, but the comfort and warmth it gave her convinced her not to. "Even after everything that's happened, I still see the good in you, Sherry."

"How do you know my name?" Sherry pulled back her hand.

"I overheard when you were talking to the other girls," He said sheepishly.

"It's funny really. I don't even know your name," Sherry wiped her eyes.

"It's Glenn. Glenn Rhee."

At that moment, a loud knock was heard on the door. Sherry rushed over to it, opening it up a bit to see it was Dwight once again.

"Dwight! What are you doing here?"

"Why are you hiding behind the door?" Dwight asked suspiciously.

"Oh, well, you're not supposed to be here in the first place..." Dwight, knowing his ex-wife, suspected she was hiding something... or someone in the room. He pushed her aside and saw his prisoner on her bed.

"The hell?!?!" Dwight looked to Sherry, who only tried explaining the situation.

"It's not what it looks like, Dwight! We're not-"

"You're not what? Screwing him?!"

"NO! Let me explain what-"

"It sure looks like you are!"

"We were just talking! It's not like that!"

"Wait until Negan hears about this!"

"You wouldn't!" Sherry glared at her ex.

"Oh, so you do admit you were cheating!"

"I'm not! All I did was hide a prisoner. And if you tell, you'll be in trouble for letting him escape!"

"I'll take that chance if it means I can stop seeing other men with my wife!"

"Ex-wife," Sherry's words were like a slap to him. Glenn only looked on in surprise at this feud, knowing he was the cause. He decided to speak before things got even more heated.

"You should know I wouldn't be sleeping with her after I just lost my wife," Glenn stood in front of Dwight. Dwight backed down at this, feeling the guilt beginning to consume again.

"Dwight, would you really rat me out to Negan?" Sherry looked at him with tearful eyes.

"No. Even if you were with him," He narrowed his eyes at Glenn. "I would just try to live with it like I am now." He thought about this for a moment. "You don't know how many times I've wanted to take that bat of his and beat him with it after seeing him kissing you, touching you... the bruises on you."

Glenn instantly snapped his head in Sherry's direction. "I thought you said he didn't beat you."

"He didn't beat me... he's just been rough in bed lately..." She answered.

"What else have you told him?" Dwight's jealousy was starting to control his clarity.

"I told him everything. Just like he told me everything," Her eyes darkened at this. "Why?" Was all she asked, and Dwight knew what she meant by this.

"It was a reflex. He couldn't interfere with what was happening! I don't know, Sherry! Maybe because if I didn't hold him down I would be killed or you would!" Dwight gripped Sherry tightly. "Damn it! I had to watch that, too! And all I could see was your body! I still see their bodies, lying there bloody and beaten. I still hear his cries in my sleep! I still feel the iron! I still see you in my dreams and when I have to wake up and see you with Negan! I am still haunted by everything I've caused and seen!" He broke down in her arms. "I've tried making things right..." He turned towards an unsympathetic Glenn. "I'm the reason why you found this place."

Glenn's jaw dropped, realizing that he was the one who had provided this information. Dwight would have been the last person he would have thought would betray Negan. He seemed so obedient, almost like a lapdog.

Sherry let Dwight cry into her, comforting him. She had never known Dwight had felt this way, similar to how she felt.

"I tried, too," Sherry soothed him while looking at Glenn. Glenn looked at the pair, feeling a deeper sense of loss than he usually did. The hole in his heart was enormous right now as he watched the couple embrace.

Dwight had composed himself and held Sherry for a few seconds, knowing this might be the last time he would be able to. Negan had assumed Dwight was a dumb man, but he was, in fact, the opposite. He didn't need to ask why Glenn was here; he understood that this meant a full-on attack was imminent if the Alexandrian had used this information to his full extent.

"D-Does this mean... you will help us?" Glenn spoke up. He needed their full loyalty if it meant they could pull this off.

Sherry and Dwight exchanged glances, thinking this over. They had already helped the man and did not owe him anything else. There was also the strong chance of them failing and everyone being killed...or worse.

"We can't do this without you... We need someone on the inside," Glenn didn't want to beg, but he was desperate. "You both can make this right again...Dwight, I know you killed Denise and were with Negan when he killed Maggie and Daryl... And I don't think I'll forgive you for that...But I have done awful things that I'm trying to atone for. We're not too far gone." He stuck out his hand towards Dwight as a sign of peace.

Dwight stared at his hand, glancing at Sherry as if asking what he should do. Sherry nodded her head slowly. Dwight took Glenn's hand, feeling a sense of tranquility as he did. He couldn't explain it, but for the first time since living under Negan's reign he felt as if things would be alright.

~

The three had spent the next hour planning as to how this would work. Glenn had told them that the only way they could win the war is if the Alexandrians got ahold of the armory and reclaimed their guns and other weapons.

Dwight gave him a crude drawing of the layout of the factory, labeling where each area was. Sherry had told him when the attack comes she would lock the armory and have the key for herself since Dwight would be expected to fight.

"What about numbers?" Glenn questioned. "How many Saviors are there?"

"There are about fifty here..." Sherry trailed off, realizing how many Saviors there actually were.

"But there are five outposts. Including the one you all took out," Dwight finished for her. "That would be over one hundred and fifty Saviors combined. But there used to be over two hundred before you all showed up." Glenn couldn't help but smirk at that.

"Will your people be enough?" Sherry looked concerned.

"We've taken out several people with fewer numbers than what we have now," Glenn opened his pocket watch to see the time, then remembered it had stopped. "We have three communities on our side. Shit, I better go. Negan will soon be leaving Alexandria."

"How did he even let you leave?" Sherry asked.

"I told him I went on a supply run. And I didn't even get any supplies," Glenn realized.

"Just take some from here. Steal some of that bastard's supplies for a change," Sherry remarked, causing Dwight to look at her in surprise.

"But he'll know."

"We can always blame it on Fat Joseph," Sherry answered nonchalantly. "It's not like it's not true anyways."

"I'll go get them then. Meet me outside by the horse," Dwight exited, leaving Sherry and Glenn alone.

"I'm going to make sure no one is in the hallway," Sherry quickly left, checking to see no one was outside. She motioned for Glenn to follow her. She let him go first down the stairs, constantly checking to see if anyone had spotted them.

"Sherry!" A female voice called out to her. Sherry instantly recognized the high pitch tone to belong to Amber.

"Go!" Sherry anxiously whispered to Glenn. Glenn nodded and fled down the stairs, carefully avoiding the remaining Saviors.

Glenn was finally able to make it outside to see Dwight in the distance with the horse. He had Glenn's backpack in one hand and Daryl's crossbow in the other.

"Here," Dwight handed the backpack off to him.

"Why were you here instead of Alexandria?" Glenn suddenly asked as he climbed onto the horse.

"Had a mission to catch a runaway," He answered. "The supplies are in the backpack by the way."

"I'm guessing you didn't find him."

"No, not officially at least," Dwight squinted up at Glenn. "But that's between you and me. I found his corpse eaten by some walkers when I went to look. Nothing I could do about it then."

Sherry slowly approached the men, finding it difficult to walk over gravel in heels. "He wasn't seen by anyone right?"

"They were all too busy doing their jobs to care. No one ever pays attention around here anymore," Dwight replied to her.

"Well... I guess this is goodbye," Sherry smiled upwards beside her ex-husband.

"Yeah, until we see each other again in battle," Glenn sighed. Sherry surprised both men by reaching up and hugging Glenn.

"We'll see each other again when we're free," she said gently.

"I was wrong," He said as they pulled apart. "I want you both to live on." Dwight remained silent and stoic throughout this whole display.

Glenn instructed the horse to trot off, looking back at the somber couple as he left. Thinking that there were still words left unsaid after everything they had done for him, he turned the horse around and yelled:

"I promise you both the freedom you never had! I promise you the ending and future I'll never have! I promise... we will win!!"

And with that, he disappeared off into the woods.