Ever since you and Carl were kids, you guys got along in his book. He always found you a bit odd, even back in Atlanta, but he shrugged it off. However, he could only ignore things for so long.

It started off with small things, random pathological lying. The weird, fixed stare you held for prolonged times. If he bothered you, you'd hit him, hard, which got you in trouble with adults, the constant empty look on your face suddenly displaying whatever emotion to get them to feel sorry for you.

You were there along with him and Maggie when his mother died giving birth, immediately taking his gun from him to shoot her instead and proceeding to show him no empathy after.

He started to find dead birds or animals on the edges of the courtyard at the prison that he knew Daryl didn't hunt. He even found out you were killing the walkers along the fencing after he heard Lizzie yelling at you for killing her 'friends'.

As time passed, he would notice you run off while they were on the road only to kill a bunch of walkers despite the utter danger and somehow he'd always feel bad after confronting you.

You were impulsive, narcissistic, and manipulative.

When the Wolves invaded Alexandria, you had been quick to jump into killing the people. It was getting unsettling.

Then, after the horde broke through Alexandria and he lost his eye, you never seemed to care nor feel bad. Not about him nor the fact that half the Alexandrians were eaten.

You two were hanging out in the woods when the conversation drifted to him talking about his eye. You just told him this was a fact of life and to get over it.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He said as he stood up from the ground, tossing his comic. "What has been wrong with you?!"