Daryl can only shrug in the face of her gratitude. What was meaningful and impossible in her eyes is simple casualty in his, chance and more luck than he ever deserved. He was only riding the waves of this place, letting the tide of the planet pull him to where it wanted to finally let him die.

It was all so simple, back then.

"Thought you were dyin'," he says. "Figured you deserved to go out with all your shit."