[ Good that he agreed, and good that he's obviously prepared to be a strong, active member of Daryl's pack. The instinct to bond and collect others feels and functions as though it's always been there, even latching onto Daryl's intense homesickness for his people and lingering grief over those that he's lost so much so that it feels like he's been separated from his own pack.
And in a way, he has. So the instinct tells him to start over. Now. ]
You look like you'd be hell in a fight.
[ And that's what he wants. He wants that behind him, ready to jump in and kill if he needs to. ]
We should find more. Two ain't enough for a real fight.
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[ Good that he agreed, and good that he's obviously prepared to be a strong, active member of Daryl's pack. The instinct to bond and collect others feels and functions as though it's always been there, even latching onto Daryl's intense homesickness for his people and lingering grief over those that he's lost so much so that it feels like he's been separated from his own pack.
And in a way, he has. So the instinct tells him to start over. Now. ]
You look like you'd be hell in a fight.
[ And that's what he wants. He wants that behind him, ready to jump in and kill if he needs to. ]
We should find more. Two ain't enough for a real fight.