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                           WITH   TWINTER   TONGUE,               FROST   COATS   THE   BACK   OF   HIS   THROAT   ;               shards   of   ice   dancing   past   his   teeth.                        in   a   way   he   means   to   reassure   the   other,         to   welcome   the   others   newfound   powers   by   admitting   his   own,      similar   in   nature   as   in   this   instance   they   might   be.                              “      ...            cameron?      “               jordan   asks,         searching   for   a   reaction.

           “ 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 ! “   the figure that limps towards alexandria’s gate , is unfamiliar to him .    the man’s covered in dirt , blood , and dust .            if he hadn’t of been paying enough attention he would’ve even thought the man was a walker , and put him down right here and now .               but that limp , it wasn’t as careless as the deads , it was careful .    the dead didn’t care about their wounds , but this man did ...   and his eyes , though they looked lifeless , they were alive & blue .  he was a man , not the dead .