He's not even certain what he means by it. Daryl tries not to think in ideals, knowing they're a waste; there's little chance of ever finding a real safe harbor, whatever world they're in. Things here were better a while, but they seem like they're taking a turn.
With a huff of breath he shrugs a shoulder. "Ain't much work around if you don't," he reasons, which isn't anything either way. Everything weighing on his mind is too big to say, to feel, so they'll just have to deal like this-- whittling away the edge of it til the shape's there to be seen.
"Dunno if people're still gettin sick. Don't think so."
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Date: 2017-06-24 12:24 pm (UTC)With a huff of breath he shrugs a shoulder. "Ain't much work around if you don't," he reasons, which isn't anything either way. Everything weighing on his mind is too big to say, to feel, so they'll just have to deal like this-- whittling away the edge of it til the shape's there to be seen.
"Dunno if people're still gettin sick. Don't think so."