(Invisible scars take forever to heal)
He doesn’t talk about it much. Any of it. The days before the walkers. But, that’s okay, because neither does she. And, now that it’s just the three of them fending for themselves and each other, Michonne would rather cling to the present. Sometimes it seemed like even this shit world had more hope than the old one.
She spends a day or so helping Rick clean the wounds the Governor had left him with. The latest house they broke into had peroxide in the medicine cabinet. He hisses. Blood and dirt and whatever else erupts to the surface of the broken skin. Michonne watches it streak down his back, bubbling white, finding a scar to heal. She knows that physical scars aren’t their problem anymore. “Do you miss her?” She asks. It’s stupid. So goddamn stupid, but she has to know if he thinks of Lori as often as she thinks of Andrea.
Rick understands her; he always has. “Every second.”
She nods, though he can’t see it. One eye’s still swollen shut, but she’s behind him, anyway. She lets out a heavy, exhausted sigh as she stands and circles his stool, face to face once again. There’s been so much loss. Too much loss. Michonne didn’t know if she could hold herself up anymore.
"Michonne." He says. "I know it’s hard. Trust me. What happened to Hershel…" He runs the back of his hand across his mouth, like he’s trying to contain a bout of nausea. "My point is, we have to move on. We have to focus on life as it is now. You, me, Carl. If we find the others, that’s great. If we don’t…we have to survive."
"I know." It’s all she knows how to do anymore.
(Your strength is built on what you’ve lost)