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𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙴'𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚅
"Whole point of us comin' up here is to get away from you people."
"Gonna take more than that." Dale said.
"Carol or my brother send you?"
"They aren't the only ones that are concerned about you two." Dale said. "Your guys' new role in the group."
"Oh man, don't need our heads shrunk." Daryl said, placing arrows up against wooden boards. "This group's broken." He said. "Better off fending for ourselves."
"You act like you don't care." Dale pointed out.
"Yeah." Daryl nodded. "It's 'cause I don't."
"So, live or die, you don't care what happens to Randall?" Dale asked.
"Nope." I shook my head.
"Then why not stand with me, try to save the kid's life?" Dale asked. "If it really doesn't matter one way or the other."
"I didn't peg you for a desperate son of a bitch." Daryl said.
"It's not desperate." Dale said. "It's humane. Something the rest of the group seem to have forgotten about and both of your opinions makes a difference."
"Man, there ain't nobody looking to us for nothing." Daryl said.
"Carol is, your niece, your brother." Dale said, and I gritted my teeth, thinking about Skylar. She doesn't care about me or Nick. She made that perfectly clear. "And I am. Right now. And you guys obviously have Rick's ear."
