Daryl recognizes that voice. It was the guy who got captured, the one Daryl couldn't, ultimately, save. He'd thought about it, been all but prepared to do it, before the reality sunk in. Who knows where they'd taken him, and how long it would take for Daryl to get there. Daryl can survive on his own in the wild, of that he's got no doubt, but not in this cold. Georgia never taught him how to live in subzero temperatures.

A tiny ball of guilt settles in his throat when he turns around. It's his fault, in the end, that Duv's here. He stands slowly.

"You could say that," he says. "You been here since-..." Daryl shrugs. Duv's a smart man, he can fill in the blanks.