[ Humans have the same pitfalls, no matter the time period. Daryl is no saint; while he's shed the worst stereotypes of people from his sort of upbringing, some have been too well-enforced by the way he lives now. Alas. But hey, could be worse. He didn't hesitate to harm himself to get them out of the room.
And now they're here, wherever the fuck this is, whatever the fuck is going on. ]
Knock yourself out. [ He nods towards it, but hangs back. ] Not my scene most of the time.
[ And definitely not now, when anything could be happening. He's a bad drunk, all his self-loathing and resentful demons rattling the locks on their cages whenever he has more than a beer or two. He looks around, though, and sees a few equally confused, dazed faces, and at least one other bandaged hand. Yup.
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And now they're here, wherever the fuck this is, whatever the fuck is going on. ]
Knock yourself out. [ He nods towards it, but hangs back. ] Not my scene most of the time.
[ And definitely not now, when anything could be happening. He's a bad drunk, all his self-loathing and resentful demons rattling the locks on their cages whenever he has more than a beer or two. He looks around, though, and sees a few equally confused, dazed faces, and at least one other bandaged hand. Yup.
Is this real? Still a concern. Ugh. ]