[ Daryl is an old hand at long, awkward silences, so it's easier on him than it would be on most, but when she approaches him he stands a little straighter. His shoulders square a little more despite how much he trusts her.
But when the knife comes out, nothing could have surprised him more. He blinks at her, lost. ]
Why... why would I do that?
[ He'd hurt her once already. The last thing he wants to do is do it again and the gesture has baffled him. ]
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But when the knife comes out, nothing could have surprised him more. He blinks at her, lost. ]
Why... why would I do that?
[ He'd hurt her once already. The last thing he wants to do is do it again and the gesture has baffled him. ]