Daryl stares at Miles, a little put off from the answer. It's... well. More and more, he feels like he's the ass for bringing it up. Which, if he's honest with himself, he probably is. When in doubt, he's usually being a dick about something. Jesus, he hardly knows this guy. It's not his place to rake him over the coals about this stupid goddamn war, especially when the person really to blame is Daryl, not Duv or Miles. Daryl's the one without any true allegiance to either side. He should have had the backbone to get out there and do something about it.

But instead, he's taking it out on someone who looks like they could fit inside a washing machine. Great.

"Whatever," he says, "ain't my business."

He stands again, giving Miles a shrug. Maybe if he just leaves, this whole stupid conversation will die in the dust. He doubts it, but a man can dream.