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[iesus]

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[iesus]

Jesus is glad for the fact everyone is fawning over Maggie too - partially because he likes her and she deserves it, and partially because he knows some of the others might be a little worried by what they may take as Jesus grasping at too much power. They like him more than they like Gregory, but he's the leader and they have to believe he can keep them safe.

Something like that. Jesus doesn't want the power anyway. He's no leader. As far as Daryl's question he just shrugs, smile a little mysterious. "He's going to be fine, but knowing him it's going to be a long and arduous process."

Of course: far be it from Gregory to do an ounce more work than he had to, and his pride had taken a sound beating.

[dirtyredneck]

He stood up, started making his way at a casual pace toward the vehicles. He waited until they were out of earshot before he said, "Only reason he's still in charge is 'cause ya'll have it decent behind these walls. Not sayin' what you've had to do with the Saviors in the past is any kind of hunky dory kumbaya shit, just... he ain't had to face nothin' that hard. People like him wouldn't survive without walls."

[iesus]

Jesus trails after him easily, nice and slow and unhurried. But he nods to what Daryl says, eyes flicking to regard him. "No, I know what you mean. People that don't have to live outside walls... Either they can learn if they have to, or they can't. He couldn't."

Unkind, maybe, but not untrue. His lips twist a little as they reach the truck, waiting for the next cue. "He doesn't respect anyone. Ideas, work, nothing." So no one really respects him.

[dirtyredneck]

"He's still in charge, though," Daryl replied, eyebrows raising as he cast a glance over his shoulder at Jesus. Then he shook his head. Men like Gregory didn't deserve to be running things. Had no real sense in their heads. But these weren't his people and he wasn't trying to make them into that.

"Your man, the one we rescued, he doing okay?" It'd been about a week. Guy was probably shook up, but Daryl hoped that was it.

[iesus]

"He sure is." Things will even out, he thinks. Eventually. Better odds of it in more relative safety: easier for someone more suited to step up without all of that hanging over them like dark grey clouds.

"He's doing better. He still has a ways to go, but for now... better." That much makes him smile a little. "It'll just take some time, I think. Some take longer than others, but he's a tough guy."