Huh, so he's like Duv? From the same... universe, solar system, whatever, but still dropped here in the middle of a warzone with no fancy spaceship to get out. Daryl feels a little bit of sympathy well up for the kid, until he remembers that doesn't, actually, make him worse off from any of the other Exotics-- Outsiders, whatever. Hell, Miles might just be better off.

"So it's 'cause you wanna win," Daryl says, "that's why you sold him out."

Daryl nods, tone carefully... not angry, not really. Just low, gruff. He feels anger over the incident, but honestly, it's mostly at himself. It's becoming clear to Daryl that Miles was just doing what he always would have done.