[Daryl's hand tightened on his glass and his whole body went stiff. There was just a slight shake to his jaw as he breathed in. He looked away and took another drink as he nodded.]

Yeah.

[He finished the rest of that glass a lot faster than the first and poured a third.]

A lot of shit. That's what happened.

[A short beat before he went on:]

We're... we're under attack by... by this fucker who showed up here a few months ago. He ain't here no more, but I didn't know him then. Now I do. He shows up again, I'm gonna kill him.