[ Geesh, Daryl. Way to take the fun out of things! His smile slips to something more thoughtful. Solemn. Eyes drift toward the sky again as the dragon looms overhead. And then they lower to Daryl, quiet for once. For a few peaceful seconds.

It doesn't last, but at least when he comes in this time, it's with a more serious tone. ]

Who did it? Who killed you? The first and well, second time I guess.

[ The thought of Daryl becoming a walker is unsettling -- that's not the sort of thing they're supposed to come back from. That's usually the final stop before the end. ]

You remember it? What it's like to be a biter? Was there any of you left in there?