"Ain't into funeral planning." There's no point in planning for a loss. If they lose, they all die, and it doesn't goddamn matter.

Planning for the win is more important, and it seems like this count has that down. Daryl nods, slow, but with the steady gaze of understanding. "Don't give a shit about where I end up," he says without anger or accusation. His voice is steady. This is a proposal, and he doesn't trust Piotr, but Piotr hasn't given any reason for him to distrust him either.

Cards on the line, here. Go.

"Girl here's from where I from. Make sure she lives good, I'll catch you a goddamn unicorn."