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Weird Observations on Season 5b (post “Coda”)

I’m rewatching season 5. And actually all of season 5b is super weird. I feel like it was forced in, or changed last minute, or some big parts were lopped out and left behind on the editing room floor. This is kind of rambling. I’m doing my best. Bear with me lol. 

There are a lot of contrivances in 5b. Like the entire thing with Jesse and Pete feels contrived, like simply to give Rick this weird ass fantasy to play out, like this “crime” to solve, and this woman to “save,” forcing him into this old role, and oddly mirroring him with Shane, by making him appear crazy? But it feels fake. Everything about Jesse and Pete feels fake, underdeveloped. When Rick kisses her at that party it’s like he’s not even really there. Like he’s living in a dream. It’s completely out of character, tbh? Rick is a man prone to big thinking. He is hopeful. He is a father. He lets that consume him from time to time and it can drive him to delusion. We’ve seen it, post-Lori. But he is not a guy that just frivolously kisses ladies in closets? Like, where is Daryl? Why isn’t Daryl there for him to talk to, after they had that “your my brother” moment in 4.16. Oh wait--

Because Daryl’s character is like, erased? Idk what he is he even meant to be in 5b, and tbh this continues for Daryl. He goes SEASONS without like, saying more than two lines of dialogue an episode. He’s second billed in the opening credits, a clear fan favorite, and sometimes he doesn’t even get a speaking role?

Also I can’t believe Glenn allows Nicholas on that supply run in 5.14 at all? Noah dies directly because of Nicholas, and then the whole comeuppance with Nicholas literally leads to nothing. It just leads to him and Glenn fighting in the woods and then Glenn’s “fake death,” which is insane because they then kill Glenn anyway. ? Why focus on Nicholas? It’s this Iago thing, okay, planting the seed of doubt in Deana’s mind. But it’s poorly executed because then Deana and the whole group just end up trusting Rick anyway? It’s not like the Alexandrians go crazy and try to poison them or something. That would have been weird and cool as hell. Instead, there is no fight with the Alexandrians and no catharsis for Noah. There is only Glenn’s “fake death” one season later, and Nicholas just dies anyway and none of what happens has anything to do with Glenn’s actual, real death in the future.

OKAY. And Maggie, like Daryl, is also a non-character in 5b. She just...disappears into the background. Like she becomes Deana’s righthand man? Like she is okay with this? And they send Noah on that supply run. Why Noah? Should’ve been Maggie. Should’ve been Rosita. Idk. Noah is there, for some reason, when he was recently injured and barely knows how to shoot straight. He then dies for literally no reason the moment he gets a goal in life. ?

Everybody surrounding Beth just loses their entire purpose in the plot after she dies, it’s bizarre. 

Like you’d think they’d focus on Daryl, Maggie, and Noah in their grief and how it changes them, the same way they focus on Sasha’s grief (twice). It’s super weird actually. ? Instead they kill off Noah almost immediately, and they stick Maggie and Daryl both in the background, instead focusing on these weird, forced plots involving Rick and Carol (??) and Glenn vs. Nicholas (??). 

And why does Gabriel betray Rick? For the Judas feels? There is like no build to that. What’s weirder is that 5b-6a actually has some of the coolest cold opens and most intricate little moments of symbolism. It’s well directed, on a scene-by-scene basis. But it’s like, the greater plot has so many holes and feels super forced. The writing is not just bad (like season 8), it’s just entirely forced? Like, awkward?

5a does not feel this way. 5a is interesting, with the bizarre nature of “Slabtown” and the Terminus fallout, meeting a priest, the church, etc. There are so many big themes! “Slabtown” felt like an awakening, like, had I been watching it in real time, and not known what was going to happen to Beth, I might have thought that they were going to utilize Beth as the unsuspecting character who unearths, by sheer accident, this bizarre new conspiracy, which would lead us into uncharted territory. It would be neat, because Beth is kind of an unknown and there is still so much to learn and develop with her, in this moment? 

But instead, they kill Beth. Like, in a very weird way. Grady turns out to be...like nothing at all? Just a mundane pipe dream? I guess? Then they just drop Grady completely and, idk, shoe-horn in everything else comprised in Alexandria. Like this thing with Jesse and Rick, and this thing with Glenn and Nicholas. Neither plot has any lasting power. Both are useless and forgotten the moment they end. Jesse dies and so do her children. Deana dies. Her husband gets murdered BIZARRELY (and not “bizarrely” in a good way), and Spencer survives only to show his true colors (absolute sociopath) and then just gets absolutely owned by Negan. They all die and I don’t know what their deaths even mean, like as if they were never meant to exist in the first place? 

Anyway this is not meant to be a tinfoil hat post. I’m just noticing...things. Like Beth’s death is NEVER fully acknowledged. Like ever. There’s no burial, and then post-music box it’s like all the characters who would be most affected by her death are shoved in the background and forgotten for a while, and one of them just gets killed off meaninglessly. It’s probably the weirdest transitional moment in the entire show, and that includes season 8, because ALL of season 8 sucks ass. PS) I’m not even gonna bring up the whole Tyreese bait and switch thing. That’s a whole other post and has been covered a LOT by people who are way more versed than me in the fandom.

Season 5a was actually kind of good. But it completely loses it after “Coda.” Why???????

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hey I saw the trailers of CODA and SEE and the first thing that came in my mind is the 'see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil' thing. The trailer of CODA also reminded me of Connie. Any connections u can find?

I like the hear no evil/see no evil angle. I definitely think these things are tied to Beth. I mean, there's nothing we can more definitively tie to Beth than Coda. I don't see how anyone can think this ISN'T purposeful on the writers' parts.

Because the film is about a girl who sings (Beth) who has deaf parents (Connie) I can see why you're connecting it to Connie. I'm not sure exactly how to interpret that, but Connie has always been a heavy Beth proxy, with lots of TD symbolism around her, so it's not surprising.

I was hoping we would see a third one, but I didn't. If people see any more, let me know. Because I have AMC+, I generally don't watch the episodes live, so I'll miss commercials and trailers.

Overall, I think it's just another way to remind the audience of Beth and hint that she's coming soon. Xoxo! 💖

[enchanted-oaks]

Undrentide

“Befell so in the comessing of May,

It happened like this in early May,

When mirry and hot is the day

When balmy and temperate is the day,

(And) oway beth winter shours

And winter showers have gone away,

And every feld is full of flours

And every field is full of flowers,

And blosme breme on evry bough

And every branch is bright with blossom,

Overall wexeth mirry anough,

And everything is growing merrily,

This ich quene Dame Heurodis

This same queen, Dame Heurodis

Took two maidens of pris

Took two virgins - highly prized -

And went in an undrentide

And all went together in the noontide

To play by an orchard side,

To play and sport by an orchard. s side;

To see the floures sprede and spring

To see the flowers unfurl, and spring

(And) to here the fowles sing.

Forth from the earth, and to hear the birds sing.

They set hem down all three

They sat them down, all three,

Under a faire impe-tree,

Under a grafted fairy-tree,

And wel sone this faire quene

And soon the lovely Queen

Fell on slepe opon the grene.

Fell asleep upon the green.

The maidens durst hir nought awake

To wake her up, the maidens dared not do.

Bot lete hir ligge and rest take.

They let her lie and take her rest

(So) she slepe till after none,

And so she slept til noontide passed -

That undrentide was all ydone

Until that midday was over at last.”

[libidomechanica]

With such a winged he hill

With such a winged he hill, where there  my lifes seize, both the soup. Bething, slow for  such-like, buzzing downright lanted to this  song, among of the affirmed gone, hopes,  and to ours waking that  stands divine lecturing thus Calypso once alle  þis fayrer þe houes. But I said, and haldez me  a thou canst thy hair blazon oer they pass fleet I  wear is. And knew the 2-training  hearse while with my sturne a maid Antonia!  They were he body on like the  blake brings are said may be. Alas, but  as yet thy harme disguise, but strange of Wyrale;  thou wast glory world nights of the clock  could round high behind he drew; yet my feigning married  Valkyrian fill enrich mirthe himself where  were erst her trod not boy. And as a  combd on field so great Atossa, curtains, and  her carried—but “Verbum sat. Where  the look, and smile tall been to  last Review—the cote-armured ‘ Flee the refresh repining of moan.  On all those of courteous riddles of  blue in they uncloude sayde: “o Elenor, which  I fight visit; then—i never rough and  listening at they shouldst needless found his  hwe lay a frown? And stoken because  I wasted of rathed  ways. Fair one, exceeding in memory of  plain; the morn, whilst I have not man world—ah  me! Was might the day—that freke  in þe bryng himself lykes, throne. Round-worm by which  with a though very Christians  wholly grace, þe grene sylk, ne flesche,  because this, he loutez  luflyly, bot whateer downe on the night  vpon Cristmasseprest, they were þat blenchers rage no  further this contrive, dear and No, she with  its built by ways, sharp knyf, and father  Attica; or inventions in the  due grief does Bettys falle douthed, all prayer,  and if he sauerly ryse,” or turn  knape that flowers, of every brows  troth. ’ Quoþ þe grene ar a leudes to  the was she essayd throught; there is  grave! The out of many a mountain,  to his birth, stirrup, sad as a  fight as this glazed within; for  thy decencies are like a hast dove  serves that the yellow, which natures: I  leaves: her pillow bihoues, without met with  the through Betty pocket-handkerchie:  i, I, O I, may kest it was on  fire. A bosom; and giddy upon  Achill their siesta of youllhave chosen on  þi lyft his own or sevents of these  phrase and ferocity, for the  laynes; þe heȝ lord you thus to important,  at þis ryȝt such as it for Julia  twelve books in air thou like monsters of alle  on his lost essential;  and said not þe gayn his majesty.  To give by thought her, some of  þe watz hap ich him whom youth sudden gloom the  first— my home; and fount up some gall its gulf!”

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The Legend of Good Women- Geoffrey Chaucer

Hyd, Absolon (1), thy gilte tresses clere; 250   Ester, ley thou thy meknesse al a-doun;      Hyd, Ionathas, al thy frendly manere;      Penalopee, and Marcia Catoun,      Mak of your wyfhod no comparisoun;      Hyde ye your beautes, Isoude and Eleyne,      My lady cometh, that al this may disteyne.

     Thy faire body, lat hit nat appere,      Lavyne; and thou, Lucresse of Rome toun,      And Polixene, that boghten love so dere,      And Cleopatre, with al thy passioun, 260   Hyde ye your trouthe of love and your renoun;      And thou, Tisbe, that hast of love swich peyne;      My lady cometh (2), that al this may disteyne.

     Herro, Dido, Laudomia, alle y-fere,      And Phyllis, hanging for thy Demophon,      And Canace, espyed by thy chere,      Ysiphile, betrayed with Jasoun,      Maketh of your trouthe neyther boost ne soun;      Nor Ypermistre or Adriane, ye tweyne;      My lady cometh, that al this may disteyne.

270   This balade may ful wel y-songen be,      As I have seyd erst, by my lady free;      For certeynly, alle these now nat suffyse      To apperen with my lady in no wyse.      For as the sonne wol the fyr disteyne,      So passeth al my lady sovereyne,      That is so good, so fair, so debonaire;      I prey to god that ever falle hir faire!      For, nadde comfort been of hir presence,      I had ben deed, withouten any defence, 280   For drede of Loves wordes and his chere;      As, when tyme is, her-after ye shal here.

     Behind this god of love, upon the grene,      I saugh cominge of ladyes nyntene      In real habit, a ful esy paas;      And after hem com of women swich a traas,      That, sin that god Adam had mad of erthe,      The thridde part of mankynd, or the ferthe,      Ne wende I nat by possibilitee,      Had ever in this wyde worlde y-be; 290   And trewe of love thise women were echoon.

     Now whether was that a wonder thing or noon,      That, right anoon as that they gonne espye      This flour, which that I clepe the dayesye,      Ful sodeinly they stinten alle at ones,      And kneled doun, as it were for the nones,      And songen with o vois, "hele and honour      To trouthe of womanhede, and to this flour      That berth our alder prys in figuringe!      Hir whyte coroun berth the witnessinge!"

300   And with that word, a compas enviroun,      They setten hem ful softly adoun.      First sat the god of love, and sith his quene      With the whyte coroun, clad in grene;      And sithen al the remenant by and by,      As they were of estaat, ful curteisly;      Ne nat a word was spoken in the place      The mountance of a furlong-wey of space.

     I kneling by this flour, in good entente      Abood, to knowen what this peple mente, 310   As stille as any stoon; til at the laste,      This god of love on me his eyen caste,      And seyde, "who kneleth ther?" and I answerde      Unto his asking, whan that I hit herde,      And seyde, "sir, hit am I"; and com him neer,      And salued him.  Quod he, "what dostow heer      So nigh myn owne flour, so boldely?      For it were better worthy, trewely,      A worm to neghen neer my flour than thou."      "And why, sir," quod I, "and hit lyke yow?" 320   "For thou," quod he, "art ther-to nothing able.      Hit is my relik, digne and delytable,      And thou my fo, and al my folk werreyest,      And of myn olde servaunts thou misseyest,      And hindrest hem, with thy translacioun,      And lettest folk from hir devocioun      To serve me, and holdest hit folye      To serve Love.  Thou mayest hit nat denye;      For in pleyn text, with-outen nede of glose,      Thou hast translated the Romaunce of the Rose, 330   That is an heresye ageyns my lawe,      And makest wyse folk fro me withdrawe.      And of Criseyde thou hast seyd as thee liste,      That maketh men to wommen lasse triste,      That ben as trewe as ever was any steel.      Of thyn answere avyse thee right weel;      For, thogh that thou reneyed hast my lay,      As other wrecches han doon many a day,      By seynt Venus, that my moder is,      If that thou live, thou shalt repenten this 340   So cruelly, that hit shal wel be sene!"

     Tho spak this lady, clothed al in grene,      And seyde, "god, right of your curtesye,      Ye moten herknen if he can replye      Agayns al this that ye han to him meved;      A god ne sholde nat be thus agreved,      But of his deitee he shal be stable,      And therto gracious and merciable.      And if ye nere a god, that knowen al,      Than mighte hit be, as I yow tellen shal; 350   This man to you may falsly been accused,      Ther as by right him oghte been excused.      For in your court is many a losengeour,      And many a queynte totelere accusour,      That tabouren in your eres many a soun,      Right after hir imaginacioun,      To have your daliance, and for envye;      These been the causes, and I shall nat lye.      Envye is lavender of the court alway;      For she ne parteth, neither night ne day, 360   Out of the hous of Cesar; thus seith Dante;      Who-so that goth, algate she wol nat wante.      And eek, paraunter, for this man is nyce,      He mighte doon hit, gessing no malyce,      But for he useth thinges for to make;      Him rekketh noght of what matere he take;

     Or him was boden maken thilke tweye      Of som persone, and durste hit nat with-seye;      Or him repenteth utterly of this.      He ne hath nat doon so grevously amis 370   To translaten that olde clerkes wryten,      As thogh that he of malice wolde endyten      Despyt of love, and had him-self hit wroght.      This shulde a rightwys lord have in his thoght,      And nat be lyk tiraunts of Lumbardye,      That han no reward but at tirannye.      For he that king or lord is naturel,      Him oghte nat be tiraunt ne cruel,      As is a fermour, to doon the harm he can.      He moste thinke hit is his lige man, 380   And is his tresour, and his gold in cofre.      This is the sentence of the philosophre:      A king to kepe his liges in Iustyce;      With-outen doute, that is his offyce.      Al wole he kepe his lordes hir degree,      As hit is right and skilful that they be      Enhaunced and honoured, and most dere --      For they ben half-goddes in this world here --      Yit mot he doon bothe right, to pore and riche,      Al be that hir estat be nay y-liche, 390   And han of pore folk compassioun,      For lo, the gentil kynd of the leoun!      For whan a flye offendeth him or byteth,      He with his tayl awey the flye smyteth      Al esily; for, of his genterye,      Him deyneth nat to wreke him on a flye,      As doth a curre or elles another beste.      In noble corage oghte been areste,      And weyen every thing by equitee,      And ever han reward to his owen degree. 400   For, sir, hit is no maystrie for a lord      To dampne a man with-oute answere of word;      And, for a lord, that is ful foul to use.      And if so be he may him nat excuse,      But asketh mercy with a dredful herte,      And profreth him, right in his bare sherte,      To been right at your owne Iugement,      Than oghte a god, by short avysement,      Considre his owne honour and his trespas.      For sith no cause of deeth lyth in his cas, 410   Yow oghte been the lighter merciable;      Leteth your yre, and beth somwhat tretable!      The man hath served yow of his conning,      And forthred wel your lawe in his making.

     "Al be hit that he can nat wel endyte,      Yet hath he maked lewed folk delyte      To serve you, in preysing of your name.      He made of the book that hight the Hous of Fame,      And eek the Deeth of Blaunche the Duchesse,      And the Parlement of Foules, and I gesse, 420   And al the love of Palamon and Arcyte      Of Thebes, thogh the story is knowen lyte;      And many an ympne for your halydayes,      That highten Balades, Roundels, Virelayes;      And, for to speke of other holynesse,      He hath in prose translated Boece,      And mad the Lyf also of seynt Cecyle;      He made also, goon sithen a greet whyl,      Origenes upon the Maudeleyne;      Him oghte now to have the lesse peyne; 430   He hath mad many a lay and many a thing.

     "Now as ye been a god, and eek a king,      I, your Alceste, whylom quene of Trace,      I aske yow this man, right of your grace,      That ye him never hurte in al his lyve;      And he shal sweren yow, and that as blyve,      He shal no more agilten in this wyse;      But he shal maken, as ye wil devyse,      Of wommen trewe in lovinge al hir lyve,      Wher-so ye wil, of maiden or of wyve, 440   And forthren yow, as muche as he misseyde      Or in the Rose or elles in Creseyde."

     The god of love answerde hir thus anoon,      "Madame," quod he, "hit is so long agoon      That I yow knew so charitable and trewe,      That never yit, sith that the world was newe,      To me ne fond I better noon than ye.      If that I wolde save my degree,      I may ne wol nat werne your requeste;      Al lyth in yow, doth with him as yow leste. 450   I al foryeve, with-outen lenger space;      For who-so yeveth a yift, or doth a grace,      Do hit by tyme, his thank is wel the more;      And demeth ye what he shal do therfore.      Go thanke now my lady heer," quod he.

     I roos, and doun I sette me on my knee,      And seyde thus: "madame, the god above      Foryelde yow, that ye the god of love      Han maked me his wrathe to foryive;      And yeve me grace so long for to live, 460   That I may knowe soothly what ye be      That han me holpe and put in this degree.      But truly I wende, as in this cas,      Naught have agilt, ne doon to love trespas.      Forwhy a trewe man, with-outen drede,      Hath not to parten with a theves dede;      Ne a trewe lover oghte me nat blame,      Thogh that I speke a fals lover som shame.      They oghte rather with me for to holde,      For that I of Creseyde wroot or tolde, 470   Or of the Rose; what-so myn auctour mente,      Algate, god wot, hit was myn entente      To forthren trouthe in love and hit cheryce;      And to be war fro falsnesse and fro vyce      By swich ensample; this was my meninge."

     And she answerde, "lat be thyn arguinge;      For Love ne wol nat countrepleted be      In right ne wrong; and lerne that of me!      Thou hast thy grace, and hold thee right ther-to.      Now wol I seyn what penance thou shald do 480   For thy trespas, and understond hit here:      Thou shalt, whyl that thou livest, yeer by yere,      The moste party of thy tyme spende      In making of a glorious Legende      Of Gode Wommen, maidenes and wyves,      That weren trewe in lovinge al hir lyves;      And telle of false men that hem bitrayen,      That al hir lyf ne doon nat but assayen      How many wommen they may doon a shame;      For in your world that is now holde a game. 490   And thogh thee lyke nat a lover be,      Spek wel of love; this penance yive I thee.      And to the god of love I shal so preye,      That he shal charge his servants, by any weye,      To forthren thee, and wel thy labour quyte;      Go now thy wey, this penance is but lyte.      And whan this book is maad, yive hit the quene      On my behalfe, at Eltham, or at Shene."

     The god of love gan smyle, and than he seyde,      "Wostow," quod he, "wher this be wyf or mayde, 500   Or quene, or countesse, or of what degree,      That hath so litel penance yiven thee,      That hast deserved sorer for to smerte?      But pitee renneth sone in gentil herte;      That maystow seen, she kytheth what she is."      And I answerde, "nay, sir, so have I blis,      No more but that I see wel she is good."

     "That is a trewe tale, by myn hood,"      Quod Love, "and that thou knowest wel, pardee,      If hit be so that thou avyse thee. 510   Hastow nat in a book, lyth in thy cheste,      The grete goodnesse of the quene Alceste,      That turned was into a dayesye:      She that for hir husbande chees to dye,      And eek to goon to helle, rather than he,      And Ercules rescowed hir, pardee,      And broghte hir out of helle agayn to blis?"

     "And I answerde ageyn, and seyde, "yis,      Now knowe I hir!  And is this good Alceste,      The dayesye, and myn owne hertes reste? 520   Now fele I wel the goodnesse of this wyf,      That bothe after hir deeth, and in hir lyf,      Hir grete bountee doubleth hir renoun!      Wel hath she quit me myn affeccioun      That I have to hir flour, the dayesye!      No wonder is thogh Iove hir stellifye,      As telleth Agaton, for hir goodnesse!      Hir whyte coroun berth of hit witnesse;      For also many vertues hadde she,      As smale floures in hir coroun be. 530   In remembraunce of hir and in honour,      Cibella made the dayesy and the flour      Y-coroned al with whyt, as men may see;      And Mars yaf to hir coroun reed, pardee,      In stede of rubies, set among the whyte."

     Therwith this quene wex reed for shame a lyte,      Whan she was preysed so in hir presence.      Than seyde Love, "a ful gret negligence      Was hit to thee, that ilke tyme thou made      `Hyd, Absolon, thy tresses,' in balade, 540   That thou forgete hir in thy song to sette,      Sin that thou art so gretly in hir dette,      And wost so wel, that kalender is she      To any woman that wol lover be.      For she taughte al the craft of fyn lovinge,      And namely of wyfhood the livinge,      And alle the boundes that she oghte kepe;      Thy litel wit was thilke tyme a-slepe.      But now I charge thee, upon thy lyf,      That in thy Legend thou make of this wyf, 550   Whan thou hast other smale y-maad before;      And fare now wel, I charge thee no more.

     "But er I go, thus muche I wol thee telle,      Ne shal no trewe lover come in helle.      Thise other ladies sittinge here arowe      Ben in thy balade, if thou canst hem knowe,      And in thy bokes alle thou shalt hem finde;      Have hem now in thy Legend alle in minde,      I mene of hem that been in thy knowinge.      For heer ben twenty thousand mo sittinge 560   That thou knowest, that been good wommen alle      And trewe of love, for aught that may befalle;      Make the metres of hem as thee leste.      I mot gon hoom, the sonne draweth weste,      To Paradys, with al this companye;      And serve alwey the fresshe dayesye.

     "At Cleopatre I wol that thou beginne;      And so forth; and my love so shalt thou winne.      For lat see now what man that lover be,      Wol doon so strong a peyne for love as she. 570   I wot wel that thou mayest nat al hit ryme,      That swiche lovers diden in hir tyme;      It were so long to reden and to here;      Suffyceth me, thou make in this manere,      That thou reherce of al hir lyf the grete,      After thise olde auctours listen to trete.      For who-so shal so many a storie telle,      Sey shortly, or he shal to longe dwelle."      And with that word my bokes gan I take,      And right thus on my Legend gan I make.

1. Absolon is a character from another work by Chaucer; “The Miller’s Tale” from the Canterbury Tales who infamously was made to kiss the literal anus of another man (although he did think it was the anus of his one true love, she had played the good ‘ol switcheroo on him and switched with her prefered lover.)

2.  Alcestis, a princess from Greek mythology known for her strong love for her husband 

[ziotji-foinpu]

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[pisquenta]

If Beth Greene and Jon Snow eventually don’t come back...

We can at least have a new OTP.

[katwithlove]

If Beth loses some of her memory, it might be similar to how Carl lost some of his in the comics. If so, Beth will not remember that Hershel died, like Carl didn't remember that Lori and Judith died. I think it would be heartbreaking to have her go through that again considering how much she loved her father. Imagining her innocently asking Maggie, "Where's Daddy?" ...ouch my heart.

way to kill me. unf that would be so heart breaking. I'm going to need a lot of alcohol to sooth that wound if it ever happens. 

[vanishedangels]

Am I the only one who thinks it's stupid Team Church wanted to take Carol out of that hospital after she was hit by a bloody car? What are they supposed to do with her in a church, with internal injuries and unconscious? She needs medical care!

Now, the spoilers say that Beth makes a decision and dies, they only mention Beth dying, not Carol. So, if Beth bites the dust and Carol wakes up and just walks away, well, I think that'll be the most stupid scene that I will ever watch in my life.

[lookather-watchergo]

I really liked to see they together..