It's all bullshit, and Daryl doesn't care what her excuse are. He knows her type. Gareth looked at him like he wasn't a real thing either. Like he was an animal, a meal. The Governor had that same steely blackness behind his eye, too. Everybody was just a tool to be used.

"If this is for our own good," Daryl says, voice grim, "that's just a accident."