"Worse'n anything," Daryl says, and knows it's a lie. It was better than Terminus by a longshot, but he's not about to bring that up, either. It only fills him with a modicum of guilt; Beth is keeping her own stories back, too. Beth still hasn't said why she wanted that cop bitch dead so badly she got shot over it, and Daryl isn't asking. The past dead, and you just have to keep fighting it whenever it rises up from the grave.

"People in charge there," Daryl supplies, trying to both entertain and educate while being obvious about neither, "looked at you like you weren't even people. Called us 'exotics'. Painted their faces and had parties while the planet froze."