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Still determined t'give this a go, huh?
I don't know, mun. This won't end well, and y'know it.

Shane?

Yes?

Rick said you were dead.

Carl said that too.

[Suppose he probably saw that coming. Considering the argument when the first went to drop off Russell, he's not entirely surprised.]

Out of the pot an' into the fire.

[He feels for you brother.]

Where they thinkin' of sendin' you?

No where yet, but that don't mean nothin' from what I understand.

They got crazy whims an' they're stubborn as hell, so you watch your back. Mine stuck me in a shithole with monsters an' walkers.

Now, that's a bitch. She's got Rick in some place with some shit called a Shoggoth that attacks every now and then. I'm not lookin' forward to where she might put me.

Tell me about it.

Shog-goth? [There's a pause, where Daryl just makes a what the fuck sort of face.] What kinda fuckin' name is that? [Really, he can't even. It sounds like some sort of foreign food dish that came out looking the same way it went in: disgusting.

But onto more important matters.] Glenn's here too.

Hell if I know. And I don't wanna know either.

[He nods.]
Glenn huh? No one else though?

[Daryl makes a noise of agreement before considering the question, or rather, considering whether or not to tell Shane about Dale.]

For now. Got rumor that Dale'd be comin' 'round, but he never showed.

[Shane rubs the back of his neck.]

Well, I don't know that I can say I'm sorry 'bout that.

[Dale wasn't his favorite guy in the camp. That doesn't mean he was glad to see him die. It also doesn't mean he misses the dude.]

[His look expressed that it wasn't much of a secret, but Daryl didn't comment further on the matter. No need to stir shit.

Time for a convenient U-turn in conversation.]

Place should be called Freak Island. Some people got magic and others look like fuckin' lizards in space suits. Thought someone had slipped me some of Merle's stash for a while there. [He frowned.] Woulda made more sense that way.

[That gets a bit of a snorting chuckle out of him.]

At this point there ain't much that wouldn't make sense on Merle's stash, man. Either there or back home.

He told me he banged a martian once. On Jupiter. An' The King himself serenaded 'em both.

[Yeah, Merle was a Grade A Prick, but man did he tell some funny ass stories about his less than pious life.]

Is it a martian if it's on Jupiter? [Chuckles.] He must've been pretty damn good if th'King serenaded him.

[Shane could tell some stories too, but mostly from while he was in High School, he'd cleaned up his act, mostly, since he'd been out of school.]

Fuck if I know.

[Daryl didn't question Merle when he was under the influence. Best just steer clear and try to keep shit from getting broken and from him pulling a Marley.]

It ain't a mental image I linger on.

[Shane laughs and scrubs a hand over his face.]

Yeah, t'tell y'the truth it ain't one I want t'spend too much time thinkin' 'bout either.

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