"Nah," Daryl says immediately. He's not any sicker than anyone else; everyone has the same illness. But the urge to deliberate wells up, and he can't keep it back. It doesn't matter anyway, he finds himself thinking. They'll all be dead soon. "Ain't sick. Ain't never been bit. That ain't what you mean, though. Smarter'n your own good. If I'm sick, you're sick. Your goons're sick." He looks up at Diya's guards with a sharp glare.