To kill is to be killed, to live is to be alive, to survive in this mess you have to kill and in killing we are dead or alive. I haven't got a grip on that yet, I don't think I ever will.... I met a man once, can't remember his name. It was towards the beginning of this, he said " How many walkers have you killed?" I said none. Then he asked "How many people have you killed?" again none was the answer. At the time I was hurt and couldn't move much. Lucky for me I was in a really good hiding place and had plenty of food and supplies and never had to deal with anyone. Surprised? Me too. He was by himself when he found me. I feed him and gave me shelter. He said he would come back for me with help and I could stay with them. That was four months ago, so I moved on. Worked up the courage to deal with the world now. I've killed so many walkers and humans I have lost count.

So now I'm hardened to everything and nothing gets to me anymore and I am at peace. 

Drax then looks down to a man he has tied up and says "Soon you will be too."