THE REASON

chapter twenty-six ; change
[ season five – episode sixteen ]

   WAKING UP WITHOUT seeing the person you saw every morning by your side was something Kloe was not used to.

Hell, she didn't even go to bed. The wooden chair in the dining table was where she sat, her head on the table as she slept somewhat peacefully. She was in shock with what had happened. If anything, she wasn't expecting the things Glenn had said to her — there was no need for any of it.

She had a rough night again, her mind lingering through all the thoughts she had queued to process. When she woke up, she had no idea what the time was. The clock was around the corner of the kitchen, a blind spot from where she was.

"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty," a voice sounded from the living room, almost making Kloe jump out of her skin and shoot her head over to the side. Brianna stared at her older sister from the side of her eyes, her body slouched on the couch with a book in her hand. "You slept in. It's nine-thirty a.m.," she added.

"Jesus..." Kloe murmured, straightening her back as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "Why didn't you wake me up— and God, what is that smell?" she grimaced, covering her nose with the back of her hand as she watched her younger sister for clarification.

Brianna furrowed her brows confusedly. "You don't like the smell of bacon? Carol gave me some this morning to make for you. And I didn't wake you up because you hardly got any sleep last night." Kloe blinked, pursing her lips shut as she rested her chin against her palm. "And before you ask," Brianna began, "I did sleep last night, just... only for about an hour. I just kept thinking about Rick and what he did yesterday."

"I was about to ask if you'd been there since last night. Did you eat all those churros?" Kloe switched the subject, trying her hardest not to think about the sickening smell of bacon.

"Oh, uh, yeah," Brianna picked up her bookmark which was a plain, thin blue piece of card, and slammed her book shut moderately. "I mean— no. No, I didn't eat them all. I ate like, two? Then I put them in the refrigerator. I left three for you."

"Thanks, but the thought of eating food makes me wanna throw up right now," Kloe groaned, leaning back in her chair.

"I saved an extra one for Glenn if he wants it?"

Kloe's heart dropped as she recalled the events on what happened the night before. The whole reason she had slept downstairs was because she found it awkward if she slept in the same bed as him right after their 'arguement'. "Uh, yeah, sure. You can go give it to him. I've got things to do—" she was precipitately cut short when her stomach turned and caught her off guard, resulting in her slamming her hand against her mouth.

"Klo? You okay?" Brianna stood up from the couch, a look of concern on her expression. Kloe shook her head vigorously, rose from her chair and didn't think twice to sprint down to the hall toward the bathroom. "Oh shit," Brianna muttered under her breath before hastily following her older sister.

As the Schmidt-Parson girl turned a corner, she could hear Kloe vomit into the toilet. She exhaled heavily, dragging her fatigued body over to the door that was open wide and where she could see the bottom of Kloe's feet. "What did you eat this time, Kloe?" Brianna asked worrisomly, gripping onto her sister's short hair back so it wouldn't get mixed up with her bile.

Kloe coughed, flinching every time she swallowed to keep the fluid down and receiving a sharp burn pain from the back of her throat. She tried to hold it back, but she hurled more. She had no idea why. Nothing came to mind every time she had a guess. Nothing. It must've been the food. Maybe her body had gotten so used to eating scraps on the road that eating real food took some time to get used to? That had to be it.

"I think—" Kloe panted, gulping to make sure she wasn't going to puke again, "I think I'm okay... I'm okay." She maneuvered to the side, resting her back against the tiles as Brianna released her hair and flushed the toilet.

The younger sibling crouched down in front of Kloe, a great look of concern present on her face. "Do you want me to get you some water? You probably have a stomach bug or something, Klo," Brianna suggested, rubbing her hand supportively on Kloe's shoulder.

She smiled appreciatively. "Thanks, Bri. But I think I can get it myself. And yeah, probably just a stomach bug... or the food." Brianna snorted at Kloe's last few words, resulting in Kloe snorting back. "Don't with the snorts," she warned. "Once I start, it's hard for me to stop."

"You can say that again," Brianna laughed, sliding down onto the wall opposite Kloe. "All those times back at the prison when you kept taking mine and Zayn's food. You started, and even when you stopped I could see that look in your eyes. You were holding back."

"I hold back a lot of things these days," Kloe raspily said. "One of them punching Madolyn," she chuckled. Brianna replied with a nod, the smile on her lips soon fading away as she unfocused her eyes and stared into the air. Kloe's eyes on her sister remained, having to force herself to blink before her eyes began to sting from how dry they were.

"My mom would've loved this, wouldn't she?" Brianna whispered, however she still had a faint smile on her face but sadness in her eyes. Kloe felt everything within her shrink. "I guess she would hate the same parts we hate about it, but she would've loved it. She probably would've even made it better..." Water in Brianna's eyes began to fill, making her bottom lip twitch. "How— how long does it take to forget?" she questioned Kloe, a warm, salty droplet of water slither down her cheek.

Kloe pursed her lips tightly, dropping her head down to her chest. "Y— you shouldn't have to forget, Bri," she breathed, slowly elevating her head back up.

"I have to. I want to," Brianna returned firmly. "I'm going to get nowhere if I think about her every day. What am I supposed to do? Just sit there and cry for roughly an hour three-hundred and sixty-five days a year?"

"That's not—" Kloe paused, sniffling as she wiped away her own tears, "that's not what's going to happen. It'll get better." Maybe try telling yourself that. "It gets easier." Does it? "You have to think of what Vickie would've wanted." You're just being a hypocrite at this point. "She would want you to be happy." Yes, she would.

"I try," Brianna confirmed. "Anyway, uh," she sniffed, "can I, um, can I asked you something, Klo?"

"Of course."

Brianna straightened her back as she brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. "What was Dad like? Mom used to tell me small things about him when I was little, but never the big things. What was his name?"

The melancholy in Kloe's veins stayed put, but the edges of her lips lifted as she blinked. "Dad's name was Jason. He— he was a nice man. Not a single mean bone in his body. When I was little, he would always take me and Zayn to a nature resort for a few weeks in the summer all the way in California. I think our mom came with us the first time in 1997, but she got super homesick, so after that she stayed home everytime we went. He loved hiking, taking pictures of birds. We usually stayed for two weeks and after the first week, he could always tell Zayn and I were bored of nature, so we would spend the last week in Santa Barbara."

"I love Santa Barbara..." Brianna stated, no longer sad and was in fact invested to hear about her father. "I only went once for a few days with my class."

"Yeah, well, we went there every year until 2004, because," she trailed off, inhaling deeply, "because he got killed somewhere in Europe. It hurt like a bitch finding out, and uh, our mom changed. But in the end, it all got better. It's weird saying it like that, but the grief will end eventually. I still think about Dad now, and I'm sure Zayn does too."

"I'm sorry you had to lose him. I would've loved to have a dad like that," Brianna said sympathetically, offering Kloe a warm smile. "I'm just happy I know his name now. Although, I never imagined him to be a 'Jason'."

Kloe snorted. "I though that too. He didn't look like a Jason."

"I imagined him to be a 'Mark' or something. Mark Schmidt," Brianna added, the poignancy in the air vanishing into nothing.

The Rhee woman snapped her fingers and pointed her index finger toward her sister. "We have an uncle named Mark, y'know. He would always award me with one of my favorite candies he got from Canada everytime I babysat his son — our cousin."

"How many aunts and uncles do we have?" Brianna giggled.

"Uh, I think six?" Kloe answered unsurely, making Brianna's eyes bulge. "Yeah, our grandparents had a lot of kids. They had two sons and four daughters. I don't know if any of them are still around. I hope they are. I didn't meet them all, but I met three of them. Dad, Mark, and Yasmin."

"What was Yasmin like—?"

The door to the bathroom slammed open, abruptly shortening Brianna from finishing her sentence as she and Kloe snapped their heads up. The person frowned with confusion. "Why the hell are you both sitting on the bathroom floor?" Jayce questioned, side-eyeing the sisters.

...

Kloe poured herself some orange squash into her glass, a nine-month-old baby Judith sitting in her high chair beside her. Carl was on the other side of them, scanning through one of the many comics he had read with his bowl of oats.

She screwed back on the squash's cap, slid it over to Carl, leaned forward, rested her arms on the kitchen island, lifted the glass and drank the liquids. Carl caught the carton without taking his eyes off his comic before it could fall off the island. "Good save, Spiderman," Kloe playfully beamed. Carl eventually broke his focus off of his comic and looked up at the woman, a grin sneaking onto his lips.

"Well, you did kinda always do this in the prison, so I don't know what you were expecting," Carl responded slyly. Judith squealed, causing Carl to glance at her. He turned to Kloe. "Do you know when my dad will be out of that one room that is classed as 'custody'?" he wondered.

Kloe wet her lips with her tongue, sighing. Just as she went to answer with her honest opinion, footsteps were to be heard from the porch beyond the front door. "I think you have your answer," she stated, pointing directly to the door as the knob twisted.

"Dad," Carl dropped his comic and dashed off the stool, jogging over to his father with relief. Rick was all patched up, thanks to Isabelle the day prior. There were several small stick-on bandages on his face, plus a few on his arms from where glass had sliced his skin. His right hand was wrapped with bandages.

"Hey," the man greeted in return as Carl carefully engulfed his father into a hug, to which he returned. Kloe's lips lifted slightly as she walked over to Judith, jokingly rolling her eyes when she noticed the baby had dropped her pacifier again. She picked it back up and gently shoved it back in the child's mouth.

"How're you doing, Rick?" Kloe wondered, ruffling her hand through Judith's small wisps of light blond hair.

Rick nodded. "Alright," he replied honestly as Carl pulled away from his father. Kloe's face fell unnoticeably, but she could see right through Rick and saw the sorrow in his eyes as he looked at his son. "I'm sorry," he said, referring to when he shoved him onto the ground. He then faced Kloe. "I'm sorry to you, too."

Carl and Kloe shared a glance before singly nodding simultaneously. Carl sighed deeply. "I heard about the meeting," he informed, reasoning Kloe to stand straight.

"You're staying home," Rick stated sharply as he began to walk toward the hallway, yet was only cut short when Carl stopped in his place and motioned toward the ground.

"That's what it is now, right?" he asked. Even Kloe looked at the Grimes man, waiting patiently for the answer she wanted to hear as he froze. "Home?" Carl added. The teenager couldn't help but gaze over at Kloe again, an absentminded smile etching onto his face. The contagious smile sprouted on hers. He knew that his father was beginning to get used to Alexandria being 'home'. But if the meeting that night didn't go how they wanted it to go... it would be a different story. If Rick was kicked out, then they were sure that their group would've followed his footsteps and take a leap of faith out the gates.

Rick peered over his shoulder and hesitated. He briefly looked over at Kloe, noticing her smile too. He turned back to Carl. "Yeah."

"They need us," Carl proffered, the smile fading away beneath his skin. Kloe circled the kitchen island and sat herself on the stool beside where Carl was previously sitting. "They'll die without us." Kloe rubbed her face tiredly, taking another mouthful of her OJ.

"I might have to threaten one of them," Rick told them, making Kloe's face fall.

"Wouldn't that make it worse?" Kloe asked, tilting her head as Rick turned to focus on her. "The whole reason this meeting is happening because of what went down yesterday. Threatening them is only going to make matters worse, no?"

"You wouldn't like what I was going to say next," Rick stated.

"Oh no."

"I could have to kill one of them."

"Well, we're fucked."

"You won't," Carl shook his head as his father approached him, denying. Kloe bot down sharply onto her bottom lip, almost tasting the iron on her tongue. She hated the thought, most of the people in Alexandria were innocent people. But deep down she knew. She knew that if it had come down to it, Rick would've had to do what he had to do.

"I might," Rick confirmed and nodded.

Carl shifted his weight onto his opposite leg, exhaling deeply. "You have to tell them."

Rick clenched his jaw as Kloe nodded subconsciously. "I told them yesterday."

"While you were beating someone up and covered in blood. If I was someone that hadn't been on the road, I would've been a little scared too. They didn't hear what you were telling them because they were scared," Kloe commented, making Rick look at her and send her a look. She lifted her hands in defense. "Look, all I'm saying is that if you tell them tonight, when they're willing to listen, then tonight is the right time to do so."

Carl bopped his head in agreement, motioning toward the woman. Rick raised his brows and leaned forward moderately. He shook his head. "I don't know if they can listen." Carl's eyes dropped, the hopefulness draining from them as if it fell to the ground from the pull of gravity. "Does that make you afraid?" Rick questioned his son.

He almost scoffed, shaking his head. "Just for them. Listen to what Kloe and I are saying. You have to tell them."

"It's worth a shot," Kloe shrugged.

...

"Oh shit," Zayn practically gasped as he continuously dashed wall-to-wall in the house's dining room. "Stupid alarm clock! It's out of batteries," Zayn came up with another excuse. The time had gotten to two p.m., and he hadn't even woken up yet despite the fact he had work to do. He had no plans on waking up until Kloe walked into the room and realized he hadn't gotten up yet. She simply did the usual and got two pans and bashed them together.

Now, because Kloe was bored, she was like a dog following its owner around the house. "Well maybe stop going to sleep at stupid o'clock in the morning and get your schedule fixed!" Kloe yelled in her 'sisterly' tone as she stayed on Zayn's trail, going all over the place. "I don't even think it's possible here, but you should be fired."

"Gee, thanks," Zayn heaved, trying his hardest not to panic. "I needed to get those carrots before the poxy insects take a bite out of 'em. Probably too late now. Oh, hey, that one churro that Brianna left, is it Glenn's?" Zayn wondered in a rush, seeming he was walking hastily down the hallway toward the kitchen.

"It's all yours," Kloe disclosed, her tone dropping along with her face as she was reminded once again. "I doubt he'll have it anyway."

Zayn's pace slowed down within an instant as he glanced over his shoulder. His eyes were narrowed with confusion, his brows connecting which formed lines in between them. "But Glenn loves churros," he said lowly.

"Trust me, Zayn. Glenn isn't coming in here to get a churro," she sighed. "He doesn't even know there's churros. He slept in the other house last night." Zayn only grew more perplexed as his lips parted. "Went to speak to him last night because he never came to dinner. And long story short, he blames me for feeling the way he does. I tried telling him it was just the grief, but he didn't listen."

"You serious?" Zayn asked for confirmation, unsure if he heard it right. Kloe nodded. "We've seen this shit before. Back at the prison last year. His anger and grief takes over his mind and he forgets others are feeling the same emotions. But," he pointed.

"But."

"But he always ends up apologizing anyway," Zayn shrugged. "He'll come to his senses eventually."

...

That day went fast. Before they knew it, it was nightfall and it was time for the meeting to decide if Rick could stay or not. The nerves in Kloe's body were messing with her, her hands that were partly covered with fingerless gloves shaking from a mixture of anxiety and coldness.

She was standing beside Maggie, often talking to her about a few things to take their minds off of their nerves. The reason for what Rick had done was right, but he did it in the wrong way. It partly reminded Kloe of Shane. Some things the Walsh man did was right, but the way he did it... Shane evolved into the new world too quickly before the others could, and he got himself killed because of it.

There was a small fire everyone surrounded for warmth, also supplying them with some light. There were a few people missing, Rick and Glenn being two of them. She wondered where they could've gone, but she was immediately snapped out of her personal thoughts the moment Deanna Monroe spoke up.

"We're going to start," she announced, her hands in her coat's pockets. The only reason the meeting hadn't started yet was because there was definitely more than two people that had not arrived yet.

"Can we wait?" Maggie asked. "There's still people comin'. Jayce, Rick, Glenn." Kloe felt a few eyes land on her, she kept her head down and didn't dare to look anyone in the eyes.

Deanna, unamused, simply ignored the Greene woman. "We're going to start," she repeated before facing Maggie to reason with her. "It's already dark." In unison, Maggie, Kloe, and Michonne all shared a knowing glance with one another. All the small chatters from the numerous people died down as they all set their attention on Deanna. "We're going to talk about what happened. Not the fight. Not what precipitated it. We're dealing with that. We're going to talk about one of our constables, Rick Grimes. We're going to talk about how he had a pistol he stole from the armory, about how he pointed it at people, and we're going to talk about what he said. I was hoping he'd be here."

"She said he's coming," Michonne stated calmly, gesturing over to Maggie.

Carol, who was on one of the seats beside Eugene and was one of the nearest to the Monroe woman, nodded in agreement. "I'm sure he'll be here. And I'm sure we can all work this out," she innocently smiled.

"Right, starting off, we're going to listen what the people that have known Rick before they joined Alexandria have to say," Deanna informed the people. "We're going to listen to their reasonings. Then we're going to talk after. Michonne," she called out, to which the Hawthorne woman lifted her chin, "you're up first."

The woman straightened her back, clearing her throat as she sucked in a deep breath. She thought deeply on what she had to say, but it didn't even take her five seconds to think. "When everything started, I was all by myself out there for a few months. I found someone, and we stayed together all during the winter. When you're out there, you have to learn how to survive. And while being out there, there are bound to be not only walkers, but people. Who I was with... she got sick. We were taken in by another community which represented itself to be exactly like this one. However, it turned out to be some sort of prison. Once you enter, you can't leave unless you sneak out. And the leader was a sick human being who didn't care about anyone but himself. He kidnapped people, tortured them, killed them. And the worst part was, he kept their heads. I managed to get out, all while my friend was brainwashed by him. He sent out men to hunt me down, but I was saved once Rick took me in. We all went through hell trying to stop the other man from killing more people, some of us getting killed while doing so... We didn't hear of the man for a long time after, yet he returned only a few months ago and he blew up our home. We were all separated. But we still found each other because we're family. My point is, is that while you're out there, you have to be sure on who you're dealing with. We've dealt with many before. And after being out there, and then not being out there... it can drive you crazy. Rick just wants his family to live. He wants all of you to live. Who he is is who you're gonna be..." she trailed off, slowly twisting her head over to Deanna, "if you're lucky."

Everyone remained quiet as Deanna briefly glanced over at Maggie and Kloe. She read the looks in their eyes, and she could see that Michonne was right just by looking at them. "Carol."

The Peletier woman smiled innocently once more and rose to her feet. She folded her arms over her chest from the cool air nervously, acting like a fragile woman who could never live by herself. "Rick Grimes saved my life over and over. Michonne is right, there's terrifying people out there. And he rescued me from them. People like me... people like us need people like him." The gray haired woman craned her neck to the side and locked her eyes on Deanna. "I know what happened yesterday was scary. And I'm sure he's sorry for that. But maybe we should listen to what he was saying."

"Kloe."

"If uh, if Glenn was here right now, I'm sure he would've also said what I'm going to say," she began, wetting her lips as she continued. "Glenn and I saved Rick a couple of months after shit hit the fan. And before Rick joined the show, our leader was his partner. They were both sheriffs. When Rick first arrived, he was a lot different to who he is now. He was like all of you. He had hope. He tried everything to make things how they once were. The moment he saw a threat to the group, he dealt with it. And in this case, that's what he did yesterday. But, the way he did it was wrong, and like Carol said, I know he's sorry for that. He cares for his people, and he'll do anything to protect them. I think... if all of you were to go out there for even just a few days, you would be begging on your knees for someone like him to be there. I don't want to jinx anything, but if there just so happens one day to be some bad people out there that find out about this place, and you let them in, then you all need either need to stop or prepare yourselves. Alexandria is a place to live," Kloe didn't want to, but she flickered her eyes over to Deanna, "but everyone here needs to learn how to survive."

"Abraham."

The red headed man sighed. "Simply put... there is a vast ocean of shit that you people don't know shit about. Rick knows every fine grain of said shit... and then some."

"Maggie."

"My father respected Rick Grimes," she started. "Rick is a father, too. He's a man with a good heart, who feels the things he does, the things he has to do. And all of us who were together before this place, no matter when we found each other, we're family now. Rick started that. And you won't stop it," she directly said to Deanna. "You can't. And you don't want to. This community, you people... that family... you want to be a part of it, too."

"Before we hear from anyone else, I um..." Deanna stepped forward, rubbing her hands together as she pulled them out of her pockets, "I would like to share something in the spirit of transparency. Father Gabriel came to see me the day before yesterday and he said our new arrivals... can't be trusted, that they were dangerous, that they would put themselves before this community. And not one day later, Rick seemed to demonstrate all the things Father Gabriel said. I had hoped Gabriel would be here tonight."

Kloe scoffed. "Yeah, and we'll have you know that we saved his ass. We could've just ignored his screams and cries for help, but no. We helped him. You've only heard one side of the story, Deanna. It was a pretty damn big coincidence that the shit that went down yesterday happened after Gabriel said those things to you... and I hate to break it to you, but he's a filthy liar—"

She was interrupted when Maggie set her hand down on Kloe's shoulder, shaking her head. Kloe shrunk back as she realized that no matter what she said, it wouldn't change Deanna's mind. It already happened. She looked up at Zayn, who was opposite her, and nodded with reassurance.

"I don't see him here, Deanna," Jessie Anderson spoke up, the attention of everyone falling onto her. "So you're just saying what someone said. Did you tape him?" she pondered.

"He's not here," Maggie stated.

"Neither is Rick," Deanna returned, lifting her brows. There was a long silence, only until Maggie said 'excuse me' and swiftly left the crowd. Kloe shivered at the cool air that Maggie left behind from the speed she went.

"De— Deanna," a man called Tobin spoke up, to which the Monroe responded with a simply 'yes'. "Could I?" She nodded. Tobin stood up. "All I want is for our people to be safe. I just want to keep my family safe. You know? And— and I don't even know what that means anymore, but if it means that we've got to get rid of—"

The man was cut short when footsteps sounded from the entrance of the small yard. There he was, Rick Grimes. With a dead body over his shoulder? He was smothered with blood, yet again. And he looked exhausted, like he had just been in a fight or something. Everyone that was sitting down was then up on their feet within an instant.

Rick threw the dead body onto the ground, forming a loud thud as a few people gasped. Kloe frowned deeply, noticing that it was a walker. She looked up, her jaw more or less on the floor from shock as she watched the man. The only words pacing through her confused mind was 'what the hell?'

Rick breathed heavily, pointing down to the walker. "There wasn't a guard on the gate. It was open," he informed them, resulting in Deanna and Reg turning to their son, Spencer, who was the one responsible for being on guard.

"I asked Gabriel to close it," he shared defensively.

"Go," Deanna said. Spencer did as his mother told him to and dashed to the exit of the yard.

Rick noticed some of the looks he was receiving from the Alexandrians and stepped forward. "I didn't bring it in. It got inside on its own. They always will. The dead and the living, because we're in here. And the ones out there... they'll hunt us. They'll find us. They'll try to use us. They'll try to kill us. But we'll kill them. We'll survive, and I'll show you how." He spun around, facing Deanna and Reg. "You know, I was thinking..." he faced back the rest of the people, "I was thinking how many of you do I have to kill to save your lives? But I'm not gonna do that. You're gonna change. I'm not sorry for what I said yesterday. I'm sorry for not saying it sooner. You're not ready, but you have to be. Right now, you have to be. Luck runs out."

Even more footsteps erupted from the entrance, making Jessie instantaneously shake her head from fear. "You're not one of us," a strained Pete said, Michonne's samurai sword tightly in his grip. "You're not one of us!"

Reg Monroe didn't hesitate to dash forward and stop in front of the enraged man. "Pete, Pete, you don't want to do this!"

"Get the hell away from me, Reg."

"Pete, just stop."

"Get away from me!"

"Reg... Reg," Deanna shakily said warningly.

Many inaudible things were said that Kloe couldn't catch onto except the fact that Reg was trying his hardest to calm the Anderson man down. As Pete went to push the old man away from him, he accidentally forgot that he was holding onto a literal samurai sword. A thick slicing sound of skin sounded through the air, many screams coming right afterward. Kloe's hand slapped against her mouth from shock as Abraham crashed into Pete, Michonne directly behind him in an attempt to retrieve her sword that was now covered in Reg's blood.

Pete had sliced Reg's throat open. Deanna screamed as she held onto her husband, who was falling down to the ground as he gurgled and choked on his own blood. And somehow... just somehow, Pete blamed Rick for it.

Kloe's hand fell back down to her side, immediately wrapping around her knife as she relinquished it out from her sheath. She didn't think twice to step forward over to Pete, Abraham pinning him down to the ground.

She crouched down onto the ground in front of the Anderson man, who continuously tried to struggle out of Abraham's grip, and pushed her own knife against his throat. "I would stop struggling if I were you," she snarled warningly. She snapped her head over to Deanna.

The woman who had several tears down her face as she held her now deceased husband slowly looked up to the Grimes man. "Rick..." she sobbed, "do it."

Without hesitation, Kloe stood back up onto her feet as Rick spun around and aimed his gun at the man's forehead, not even blinking as he pulled the trigger.

"Rick?"

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24th october 2023
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AND AFTER 7 FKN MONTHS, SEASON 5 IS FINISHED. i would say finally but i am NOT excited for the next few seasons. ifykyk