"You're the one talking 'bout bargains," Daryl says, perhaps a little airy. After the shit he just pulled, he really doesn't like bringing this up. He let Miles assume he was owed information, didn't correct him-- the liar, the moral filch, that's Daryl, for all the aspersions he cast toward Miles.

That shouldn't bother him as much as it does.

But still, he can't risk this little prick knowing the truth. It's dangerous to every idiot on this planet, not just them, not just the war effort. People in places on the other end of the planet could die because of some dumb shit a redneck said a million miles away. What a sad fucking world this is, that the fate of it might hang on somebody like Daryl Dixon.

"I ain't saying shit."