She inches away, and he doesn't come after her. The loneliness wells up on him like a rising tide, but he tries to ignore it. There's a sense of worry-- what if he spooks her? What if she disappears into the mist?

"She had her gun out," Daryl says, and it sounds like pleading. "Dunno if it was an accident. Killed her right after." I killed her for you.

And then, and then... "Then I was here."