Daryl lets her cry, and it's almost like returning a favor. Christ, it reminds him of the burning cabin in the woods, too. Crying and being goddamn useless and stinking of booze, and only being able to think it's my fault, it's my fault, it's my fault. In some ways, it's still his fault. He remembers what he said.

You ain't never gonna see Maggie again.

And now he has to live with that, but worse, so does she.

She thanks him for the absolute least he can do, has ever done. "Bitch deserved it," he mutters darkly. He doesn't know what else to say.