During this, Daryl straightens himself up, collecting what scant supplies he has in order to go. If she's done, he's done. They work in tandem.

"Just don't ever give that shit to me," he says, making his revulsion of the idea known for the first time, "and we're square." He's not going to say that he doesn't believe her. Everyone has regrets. Some people are walking monuments to them. Daryl often feels as though, after all the violence and the loss, they are all that exists of him anymore.