I don't think I could say it's your idea... [He swallows, his throat suddenly dry and scratchy. Simon couldn't hurt a fly, let alone give up a friend to Calhoun to save his own skin. He shakes his head, telling Hershel that there's no way he'll let him take the fall, but... still. It's obvious in his expression that he knows he could die if this goes south. If Hershel wants to take the blame and leave Simon out of all of this, maybe he should just... go with that?

Either way, he avoids the topic, still staring back at the cafeteria. The two of them could be on a pretty thin tightrope here, but maybe they're on to something. He's finally found enough self-awareness to close the distance between them and keep his voice as quiet as possible, and when he speaks, it's a lot more measured and careful than it had been until now. Despite all the risk, he's not sure he's ready to give this plan up.]

Th-then...

It's your choice, okay? If you think it's worth the risk, and that we could help a lot of people by doing this, then maybe we should go back. But if you'd be in too much danger... maybe we should just let it go? I don't want you to get hurt, and you would be the one taking all the food...