Too late, Daryl wants to say, but knows goddamn better. He trusts Duv well enough, but the man's a prime candidate for another round of interrogation. The less he knows, the fucking better, for his sake, for all their sakes.

Instead, Daryl just nods. "Nobody left who ain't." All the kind, gentle people willing to live and let live are dead. That feeling, Daryl is more than used to. More importantly: "Don't let nobody push you around. On these assholes' side," for now. Maybe. Whatever. "But they're still assholes."