homeless and looking, but apprehensive of season finale

[deerstalks]

Stop thinkin' it's "cool" or whatever the hell words you use inside that head o'yours, 'cause it ain't. Your timing's screwed all to hell; you've got one day to go and this season's all done then, but you couldn't wait that long to set me up in here?

You're fuckin' dumb, is what you are. Anyone could die at any time, I tell you, any damn one of us; there's no guarantees. There's no "safe". Get that through your head, kid.

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[deerstalks]

[Skill doesn't matter if you're outnumbered a hundred to one.

And see, that's the thing, right - you're dead, you're a geek. Except geeks don't talk, to say the very least. Defeats the whole "very limited brain activity" point, you know?]

Zombie, that's a new one. [He's not dropping the crosshairs, though.] What makes you different?

[forourqueen]

[True, true. Then you cheat and go invisible~

Hey, there's enough of intelligent dead people in his world to be considered a species. Even if they have the brain-eating normal dead guys too.]

Willpower to break free.

[deerstalks]

[It's not exactly a very magical place, where he's from. Walkers are walkers, that's all it is right now.]

You're still dead.

[forourqueen]

[Well, he's more sophisticated when he eats people.]

Obviously. Being bit and nearly torn in two does that.

[deerstalks]

[Don't be surprised if he's not putting the crossbow down, then.]

Still doesn't answer why you're not spittin' and grovellin' like the others do, so what is it? Different kinda virus?

[forourqueen]

[He's surprised that he isn't shot yet, condiering how tensed Daryl is.]

A plague, actually... and asshole necromancers.

[deerstalks]

[Any undead that's smart enough to talk probably isn't going to be the kind of walker that dies with a single crossbow to the head. He's saving it for a sure shot.]

Necro-whatever, why, what are those?

[forourqueen]

[Headshot would be pretty damn effective, actually. Gabriel appreciates the paranoia, though.]

Idiotic people using dark arts to raise the dead.

[deerstalks]

[Consider this his version of being open-minded. He'll still shoot you, though.]

Magic. Right.

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[forourqueen]

[Eh, he'll deal.]

Got a better explanation for this?

[He gestures to himself.]

[deerstalks]

Not my thing. I hear they do all kinds a'shit with science, there's always that.

[Mimicking that gesture, only with a crossbow? Yes.]

[forourqueen]

Well, I suppose that's true. It works for spare parts.

[He rubs his loose jaw a bit. Maybe he should replace that soon.]

[deerstalks]

Aw, fuck, man, that's disgusting.

[forourqueen]

Heh. You're that weak-stomached to think salvaging what's needed is disgusting? The living do the same thing... only in more 'civilized' ways.

[His eyeless gaze focus on the crossbow again. That shit was going to take forever to dig out, wasn't it?]

Humans are not the top of the food chain any more. You ought to learn to deal with it; even prey species can survive.

[deerstalks]

Preachin' to the wrong choir again. That's twice now.

[It's disgusting because you're acting like a human being, not a geek. It's disgusting because it is, and it's another signpost reading "world gone to shit, bye", like he needed another reminder. He already has enough, thanks.

He's got some standards.]

[forourqueen]

Tch. So sensitive.

[Well, 'acting like a human being' can be discussed, considering his dietary needs and preference for making clothes out of human skin.... buuut that's another story.]

Death wins in the end, no matter what.

[deerstalks]

Just 'cause that's where everyone's headed doesn't mean we can't choose how we end up here.

[He'll go down fighting if he has a choice.]

What, you like how you ended up, then?

[forourqueen]

Heh. I like you.

[No, really. That was a good answer.]

I don't have emotions or regret. Dead, remember?

[deerstalks]

Bullshit.

[Daryl says that with ease and with a shrug.]

For some God-forsaken reason you're talkin', you're thinkin', and you certainly ain't goin' nowhere for a while. Everyone's got something.

[forourqueen]

Hatred. Vengeance. That's all I feel about it.