[ There's more of them than Daryl had thought, a whole compound full of soldiers, it's sounding, and he has to firmly push that thought away. They might be just like Leah and her family, uncomfortably close to the mark with their appearance and their philosophy, but circumstances matter. They're different, he tries to tell himself. ]

So that's why you sign.

[ He remembers hearing the skeleton of an explanation from Gabe but it's nice to know the whole thing. It feels like it matters, knowing details like this about Gabe's other life. Maybe just in case any of his people show up in Hell, and maybe just... because. ]

I learned for... someone important to me. [ He stalls for a moment, unsure of how else to refer to her. And then it occurs to him that they're sharing names. ] Connie. Her an' her sister Kelly, who's losin' her hearing, too.

[ Someone who, he remembers with a jolt to the heart, is alive back home. It's an intense, private little sweetness to remember that, now and then. Connie, of all of them, deserves to survive. ]

Even if there were still doctors for that sorta thing around, it still wouldn't have helped much. Genetic.