[ Just like when Gabe brushed him, Daryl doesn't respond at all to the hand on his arm. Neither does he pull away. He simply accepts that it's happening.
It's not the end. No, it isn't, but what's here for them? What can be built in this place when it can all be snatched away so easily? Not that it hadn't been the same back home, but the stakes were clearer, there. Then. ]
No. We just get more bad shit to handle. Nothin' ever changes. Not really.
[ A cycle it seems impossible to stop, but normally Daryl can keep all this buried. Unacknowledged. Dealt with.
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It's not the end. No, it isn't, but what's here for them? What can be built in this place when it can all be snatched away so easily? Not that it hadn't been the same back home, but the stakes were clearer, there. Then. ]
No. We just get more bad shit to handle. Nothin' ever changes. Not really.
[ A cycle it seems impossible to stop, but normally Daryl can keep all this buried. Unacknowledged. Dealt with.
But for some reason it's all just falling out. ]