The revelation that it was children haunting the animatronics has Daryl looking up in consternation, and it only grows when he notices how increasingly agitated Jeremy seems to be. It's pretty damn clear the topic's a minefield, and it's probably best to carefully retreat from it for now, for Jeremy's sake.
"Yeah," he quietly agrees, not even needing to hear the fate of the children to know they couldn't have deserved whatever happened to them — presumably not deaths from natural causes. It's almost better not knowing. "Kids never do deserve the bad shit that happens to 'em." He's silent for a long moment as he brushes off his hands and checks over his pack, securing it in preparation for moving on from the area. But not before cooking a little something for the trip.
He digs out a pit in the ground and uses one of his sponsor-given fire starting kits to quickly get a small cooking fire going. Snapping off a couple thin branches from a nearby bush, he skewers several mushrooms on each, then holds them close to the fire, letting the flames lick along each mushroom in turn but without burning them. Once he judges them to be done, the fire's extinguished and covered completely, and he pulls on his pack as he gets to his feet.
"Reckon you didn't deserve what happened to you, neither," he says as he holds out a hand to help Jeremy up — along with offering one of the mushroom-filled skewers. "C'mon. I'll take you to my camp." Without further detours. The guy looks like hell, a decent meal with drinkable water and secure place to rest will probably do him good. Besides which, Daryl's been exploring and hunting since before sunrise; he's looking forward to regrouping with Rick and Vivi, preferably around a nice campfire, and settling in before nightfall. As rough as arenas can be, they do have their fleeting moments of peace.
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"Yeah," he quietly agrees, not even needing to hear the fate of the children to know they couldn't have deserved whatever happened to them — presumably not deaths from natural causes. It's almost better not knowing. "Kids never do deserve the bad shit that happens to 'em." He's silent for a long moment as he brushes off his hands and checks over his pack, securing it in preparation for moving on from the area. But not before cooking a little something for the trip.
He digs out a pit in the ground and uses one of his sponsor-given fire starting kits to quickly get a small cooking fire going. Snapping off a couple thin branches from a nearby bush, he skewers several mushrooms on each, then holds them close to the fire, letting the flames lick along each mushroom in turn but without burning them. Once he judges them to be done, the fire's extinguished and covered completely, and he pulls on his pack as he gets to his feet.
"Reckon you didn't deserve what happened to you, neither," he says as he holds out a hand to help Jeremy up — along with offering one of the mushroom-filled skewers. "C'mon. I'll take you to my camp." Without further detours. The guy looks like hell, a decent meal with drinkable water and secure place to rest will probably do him good. Besides which, Daryl's been exploring and hunting since before sunrise; he's looking forward to regrouping with Rick and Vivi, preferably around a nice campfire, and settling in before nightfall. As rough as arenas can be, they do have their fleeting moments of peace.