[That still tells Daryl a lot of what he needs to know. That it's on an object, not a sign on a doorpost. That it was originally hers. That it was stolen.]
[He doesn't answer in more smudged words. Daryl nods, resolute seriousness, and presses his palm against the wall like she did, once. The conversation, if it can be called that, ends where it began. Without any more wasted time, he turns to go on his search.]
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[He doesn't answer in more smudged words. Daryl nods, resolute seriousness, and presses his palm against the wall like she did, once. The conversation, if it can be called that, ends where it began. Without any more wasted time, he turns to go on his search.]