Yelling at a Fool.

Fr. Gabriel,

Warrior-Priest : 

Is that for you... or Negan? 

Rosita Espinoza :

It's for him. 

Fr. Gabriel,

Warrior-Priest :

How will you do it? 

Rosita Espinoza :

I'll pull the trigger. 

Fr. Gabriel,

Warrior-Priest :

They'll kill you. 

Rosita Espinoza :

As long as he goes first. 

Why do you have to die? 

Rosita Espinoza :

Because he has to. 

Fr. Gabriel,

Warrior-Priest :

I agree. But... 

...Why do you? 

There's, uh... ...No need to lie to me if... 

this is our last conversation. 

Rosita Espinoza :

If Abraham was alive, we could fight. 

If Glenn was, Maggie's kid would have a Father. 

Michonne and Carl can fight. 

They have Rick. 

Aaron has Eric. 

Eugene Knows Things. 

Daryl's Strong. 

Fr. Gabriel,

Warrior-Priest :

What about Sasha? 

Look at me, Rosita. 

It shouldn't have been you. 

It shouldn't have been anyone. 

We'll win, but we need to wait for the right moment or create it... together. 

And you're a part of that together. 

Don't Do This. 

We Need You.

Rosita:

I didn't find any guns.  

In case you were wondering. 

I was out there all day and not a damn one. Not a real one. 

Thing is, I had a gun. I was gonna use it to kill Negan. 

I was ready to. 

And if I had done it, like I'd planned to, Negan would be dead right now. 

And, yeah, maybe I'd be dead, too, but who gives a damn? 

Eugene would still be here. 

Olivia would still be alive. 

Spencer would still be alive. 

And now they're gone, and I'm here because I was stupid enough to listen to you. 

Fr. Gabriel,

Warrior-Priest :

But you were. 

And you did. 

Rosita Espinoza :

You stand there telling people about their lives. 

Fr. Gabriel,

Warrior-Priest : 

Only if they come Here. 

Like you. Right now. 

Rosita Espinoza :

You don't know shit about shit. 

Fr. Gabriel,

Warrior-Priest : 

You're right. 

I don't. 

I said that you weren't supposed to die and that you shouldn't do the thing that you were planning to do because we needed you -- still do. 

Even a fool like me could see that. 

It's easier to be dead, 
and if it's my fault you're alive, well, 
I'm just gonna have to live with that. 

I decided to meddle. 

But I did something I thought was right, and I knew the stakes were very high. 

You can certainly blame me for the fact that you have a Life, but after that what are you going to do with it? 

How are you going to make what needs to happen happen? 

Anything is possible until your heart stops beating. 

Certainly more than yelling at a fool.