𝚁𝚄𝙱𝙸 𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇;

[dadyl]

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Daryl Dixon, 53

It's Daryl, say what you gotta say.

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[dadyl]

And you said she yielded.

It don't make sense.

[ He would never yield to an enemy like that. Never. He'd been in the position before and didn't even flinch.

If he's going to die (again), he isn't going to beg before it happens. ]

[ludomania]

Yeah.

It wasn't a fair fight. I know it.

[ something's off and he hates it. ]

[dadyl]

Where is she now? Infirmary?

[ He has to assume. ]

[ludomania]

No, there was a healer.

I'll talk to her.

[ dibs. ]

[dadyl]

[ Shit, how many healers are floating around this place?

It isn't until Felipe says he'll talk to her that two-and-two clicks for Daryl: she'd survived but she hasn't said shit to him about it yet. Maybe she isn't going to. ]

She even allowed to talk to us anymore?

[ It isn't like he knows any of the stupid rules this fight was conducted by. ]

[ludomania]

Her stuff's still here.

I'll get back to you.

[ but he never does. lol! ]