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After bickering together, the ride back to the prison had been silent, with everybody in the car either in a state of unconsciousness, or staring out off the window thinking of what they could have done differently, or what they could have said that would have made Daryl stay.
But, as the car pulled up at the prison, there really wasn't anything that they could do now; Daryl was gone, and now they had to tell everybody that their own guardian angel had gone off into the woods, with his brother, never to be seen again.
The four of them all walked back to the prison with blank expressions on their faces, except for Glenn — he was angry. He had a fury rattling inside of him, and he wanted to kill the Governor for what he did to his wife. And it showed on his face, on his flared nostrils and clenched jaw.
They all felt lost as they limped across the courtyard, and the people inside of the cellblock came to see them — they didn't know what to say. But, Ophelia didn't feel like sticking around, even though her wounds needed treating desperately. She just didn't have in her to pretend that everything was fine, it wasn't.
Nothing was fine.
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Ophelia was perched inside the guard tower — after heaving herself up the stairs and using the railings to pull her up — overlooking the outside world. She watched blankly, as the sky dimmed, and the group pottered around in the courtyard, watering the crops and plants, giving each other blank stares. Somehow the group felt more empty now; they'd lost so many people, and the worst part was that one of them had chosen to leave them.
They'd lost Oscar, and they'd lost Daryl too. But, Daryl chose to leave them vulnerable — they knew, he knew, that the Governor and the whole of Woodbury were going to come after them soon, with manpower and guns. And there wasn't much the group could do; Oscar was dead, Rick was in a fragile state of mind after his wife died in childbirth, Carl was a child, Glenn and Ophelia were injured, and Carol could barely use a gun. They knew their chances were slim, and Daryl knew it too, and that was why it hurt everybody that he'd left them to fend off Woodbury for themselves.
Ophelia watched as everybody moped around the cell block, the courtyard, not knowing what to do; whether or not they should make a plan, or if they should go off somewhere and find a new place to settle down at. Carol wanted to stay the most — she insisted that Daryl was going to come back, and she refused to believe that he wasn't. But, he'd left them, everybody else knew it, and Carol was going to be upset. Ophelia resented Daryl for that. The group believed in him, had so much faith in him, and he still chose his jackass brother over them. As if that wasn't a big enough F—you, his ghost still lingered in the place, and Ophelia hated it.
