His expression thins into a frown. His hand lands on her shoulder, awkward with compassion. He hadn't really had friends, at her age, but he reckons he'd have wanted to hold onto them.
He'll make it up to her. He promises himself he will. She deserves that much-- someone actually looking out for her, not just trying to use her for a weapon. If she has to kill some guy to sleep at night-- fine. She'll manage. She's tough.
"M'sorry, kid," Daryl mumbles. He removes his hand, dirty and stubby. "Can always change your mind."
Until they head out. Then, he won't let her go until he's taught her to live off the land, so she doesn't have to fall in step with operations like WLF.
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He'll make it up to her. He promises himself he will. She deserves that much-- someone actually looking out for her, not just trying to use her for a weapon. If she has to kill some guy to sleep at night-- fine. She'll manage. She's tough.
"M'sorry, kid," Daryl mumbles. He removes his hand, dirty and stubby. "Can always change your mind."
Until they head out. Then, he won't let her go until he's taught her to live off the land, so she doesn't have to fall in step with operations like WLF.