[Lee's not even thinking of cop vs civilian. It's funny, you always think "seeing red" was just an expression, but talking about bullets to the head and hitting women takes him right back to the side of that rural Georgia road, the flash and bang of the gun, the way Carley crumpled to the ground in a heap, one second there and the next gone.
And something snapped in Lee when he saw the smoking gun in Lilly's hand - he could have hit her, he could have killed her as easily as he later would kill the Stranger. But even when he was madder than he had been, his focus wasn't on hurting her, it was on keeping her from hurting anyone else. He remembered how small her wrists felt under his palms, how she looked like the scared little girl Carley had just called her out as, remembered taking the gun when she dropped it and telling her to get back in the RV.
So yeah - if you're close enough to throw a punch, you're close enough to disarm.
Lee doesn't speak the whole time he's remembering this. He hardly can - Carley's last moments still weigh on his shoulders heavy with guilt - he should have seen the gun, he should have gotten it from Lilly before... He takes a long drink of his beer and heaves a heavy sigh.]
Back where I come from, it's not the dead you really gotta watch out for - they're there, yeah, but they're stupid and slow. When it's all said and done, the living are the real monsters. Just 'cause I'm not a cop doesn't mean I haven't seen a lot of fucked up shit.
[Reticent as you were to believe him before, there he goes again - and his tone is plain worn out, his posture defeated, because Clementine's back in that world alone, and even if Lee wasn't stuck here he wouldn't be able to be there with her.]
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And something snapped in Lee when he saw the smoking gun in Lilly's hand - he could have hit her, he could have killed her as easily as he later would kill the Stranger. But even when he was madder than he had been, his focus wasn't on hurting her, it was on keeping her from hurting anyone else. He remembered how small her wrists felt under his palms, how she looked like the scared little girl Carley had just called her out as, remembered taking the gun when she dropped it and telling her to get back in the RV.
So yeah - if you're close enough to throw a punch, you're close enough to disarm.
Lee doesn't speak the whole time he's remembering this. He hardly can - Carley's last moments still weigh on his shoulders heavy with guilt - he should have seen the gun, he should have gotten it from Lilly before... He takes a long drink of his beer and heaves a heavy sigh.]
Back where I come from, it's not the dead you really gotta watch out for - they're there, yeah, but they're stupid and slow. When it's all said and done, the living are the real monsters. Just 'cause I'm not a cop doesn't mean I haven't seen a lot of fucked up shit.
[Reticent as you were to believe him before, there he goes again - and his tone is plain worn out, his posture defeated, because Clementine's back in that world alone, and even if Lee wasn't stuck here he wouldn't be able to be there with her.]