... just solidified why I should never gamble. Spoilers below.
I was sure, after the Caroltrospective™ a few weeks ago, that she was a goner.
But Carol lives!
And Beth dies.
And Daryl just made many women and gay men cry—because manly tears.
I'm surprised by how moved I was by her (Beth, not Daryl [again, as a gay man...]) demise than I thought I'd be, which is a testament both to the writing and (especially) the acting.
Granted, once the episode started, it was pretty obvious that Beth, not Carol, was going to die. I mean, Carol didn't have a single line, whereas Beth had several portentous conversations with someone whose name was ironic.
Oh, you're "Dawn" and your motivations and actions are questionable? Riiiiiiiight. The light you're spreading is on a spectrum none of us, in normal conditions, can see, and are all the better for it.
1) Was Rick's dispatching of Agent Sitwell—er, Officer Lamson—mercy or a complete loss of mercy?
2) No one left the hospital with our plucky gang? Seriously?
3) God, that Talking Dead "In Memoriam" reminded me I really need to dust this place.
4) I wonder if Beth's death is setting up a tree-bound epiphany from the comics.
5) "They're close"—so boss (do the kids still use that word?)
ETA during Talking Dead: Kirkman just made us gay men "die" because Daryl is now, unquestionably, straight.