Daryl leans back just slightly, squinting and hiding behind his forearm in a feeble attempt to shield himself. He doesn't seem to overly mind, but puts up the facade mostly for his own sense of pride or purpose.

"Sounds like an asshole," is his frank appraisement of ancient Indian spiritual tradition. "Away so much he didn't even know his own kid." Who would worship a deadbeat dad? Then again, their God wasn't much better, with what he let befall his son. It seems, in Daryl's opinion, a good idea not ever to be related to anyone all-powerful.