𝚁𝚄𝙱𝙸 𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇;

[dadyl]

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Daryl Dixon, 53

It's Daryl, say what you gotta say.

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[poleaxed]

It means something to me he came clean.

[A crime is a crime. All you can do is repent.]

Re-... Figure we can start at the city gates. He was at the library when he got, y'know... got.

[dadyl]

Nice way to describe a guilty conscience.

[ He'd practically had to twist the guy's arm to get anything out of him when they'd woken up together in the dark. Good to know it doesn't always take that much to get a confession out of him. ]

You got anythin' that smells like him?

[poleaxed]

Yeah. I'm ain't saying my standards're high.

[Wait.]

...Are you a dog person too?

[dadyl]

She ain't much to work with yet, but she's learnin'.

[ To be honest, she'll probably still be more a hindrance than a help. But the practice will be good. But he won't pitch it that way. ]

I'm hearin' you won't have a problem with that.

[poleaxed]

Oh. Ohh, you have a pet dog.

[She was thinking of Khoriya, who, she reminds herself, is a wolf. Which, uh, matters. Apparently.]

Anyway, yeah, I can get some of Wesley's stuff. He was a librarian, he probably made out with the Encyclopedia Britannica or something.

[dadyl]

Yeah, what'd you think I--

[ Oh. He shakes his head like he can knock all the thoughts that follow out of it. ]

Nevermind. Forget it. Pick whatever's beside his bed or grab a shirt you know is his.