Daryl looks at her with a critical, scrutinizing expression. What she's saying... it appeals to him on some level. Not for the morbid implications, but for the fight. He's always been fighting. He doesn't know how to stop. Sometimes, late in the lonely darkness, he think he doesn't want to win some battles, he just doesn't know how to stop clawing, tooth and nail, for survival. If he's nothing else anymore, not even a survivor, he's a fighter.

More softly than before, he says, "fightin' to die your way's still dyin'.