Daryl snorts at that. "Don't sound like Georgia. Beautiful place fulla assholes."

He rides alongside her, and he's still not smiling, but his voice is gentler than it was before. He's less gruff. It's good, he thinks, that this one's on their side.

"Dunno if it's lucky, to have a home worth missing." Who's better off? The person with happy memories and longing, or the one with none and no forlorn feelings about being gone?