The Governor doesn’t look up at first when he hears Lilly’s voice. Instead, he simply listens without acknowledging her, looking almost as if ignoring her, right up until she mentions Maggie, to which he suddenly flinches and turns sharply to look up at her.
After eyeing Lilly for a solemn moment, he then sighs and gestures vaguely with a loose hand to the makeshift log bench matching one he’s seated on just to his right, indicating for Lilly to join him in sitting.
His tongue slips out between his lips to wet them before he sucks in a soft breath through closed teeth, steeling himself in order to recant his morbid past. His elbows come to rest on his knees, hands falling in front of him to become loosely clasped.
“My guys caught her and her husband. Woodbury needed information on the Prison. Had one of my men give her man a good once-over, while I...” He hesitates, struggling to decide if it’s hard to admit his actions because he either refuses to own up to them or he doesn’t regret them. “I tried to strongarm her another way. Had her in a room, told her to undress. She did. Bent her over a table and unbuckled by belt... but I didn’t do anything else than that.”
The Governor is certain that detail won’t really win him any points in reducing the harm of his abhorrent behaviour. His whole life he had generally thought of himself as someone who would always be above such despicable tactics, but he had a lot of trouble even keeping track of who he was anymore.
“As for Max? Any kid of mine, blood or not, I’d die for, if it meant keepin’ ‘em safe.”
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