It was like a real war. What other losses would they suffer? It wasn't in Negan's nature to be so heartless and perpetually skeptical, but even when he was in a good mood, someone always needed to bow their head and kneel before him.

"This is my territory," he said in a simple language, pointing his index finger at the ground, indicating an empty spot that, as he claimed, was rightfully his. Was this a mistake? Or was it true? There was no answer. And there were no rules to limit them.

Nigan looked at each of them with great care, noticing even the smallest details. Each of Rick Grimes' group... each of them was already in the minority, overwhelmed. It was inspiring. But there were limits to everything.

"I would have forgiven them, been more lenient..." the man said in a low voice, sniffing and resting the nose of his bat on the ground. “But my people were hurt, and some of them didn’t make it to the morning,” no, he won’t hesitate. Nigan is no longer the same man he used to be.

What was the point of going through the options when the end was already clear? There would be no mercy. At least, for those he chose, the end was already known. And time was running out, like the resources they desperately needed.

He walked around the group, looking at his people, assessing each one with a skeptical gaze, and then considering the options in his mind. With a heavy sigh, Nigan shrugged, spreading his arms out. “Tonight will end badly, I can promise you that,” he whispered as he crouched down. He glared at the bandleader, then looked at the girl next to him. “But who will leave with their head intact is a mystery.”