Daryl doesn't catch the contention of sides. As far as he can tell, this war is a stupid farce. Both sides in this crusade are just gunning to get their people killed over honor or principles or whatever they can use to justify it. The only thing people like him can do is survive it.

So all he can say to his companion is, "not you," before he runs, quick-footed, into the snow, eyes already on a straggler at the edge of his group.