If he pressed, if he asked again, Daryl knew the chances of the guy backing off were pretty high, but that'd leave him free to run off and find someone else. Someone else to terrorize, to kill, and for what?
How many people have you killed?
Judith would've wanted to take the time to reason with him. Everyone can change, she'd have said, her eyes wide and reminding him so damn much of Beth. Of Hershel. Of Glenn. Of all the folks willing to find the best in strangers, even at the risk of their own lives.
The decision was made so quick, weighing the pros and cons of a murder's life. A stranger, willing to kill indiscriminately. He raised the crossbow an inch, and squeezed the trigger. The arrow embedded through the back of the man's skull, the arrowhead protruding through his cheek, right beneath his eye. His expression was frozen in shock for one still, silent moment, before Daryl shoved him off of Theon into a heap in the dirt.
"We gotta move," he said, shouldering the bow and pulling the knife from his hip as he dropped into a crouch at Theon's side. He cut the zip ties around his wrists, the ones around his ankles, hands making quick work of checking for injuries.
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If he pressed, if he asked again, Daryl knew the chances of the guy backing off were pretty high, but that'd leave him free to run off and find someone else. Someone else to terrorize, to kill, and for what?
How many people have you killed?
Judith would've wanted to take the time to reason with him. Everyone can change, she'd have said, her eyes wide and reminding him so damn much of Beth. Of Hershel. Of Glenn. Of all the folks willing to find the best in strangers, even at the risk of their own lives.
The decision was made so quick, weighing the pros and cons of a murder's life. A stranger, willing to kill indiscriminately. He raised the crossbow an inch, and squeezed the trigger. The arrow embedded through the back of the man's skull, the arrowhead protruding through his cheek, right beneath his eye. His expression was frozen in shock for one still, silent moment, before Daryl shoved him off of Theon into a heap in the dirt.
"We gotta move," he said, shouldering the bow and pulling the knife from his hip as he dropped into a crouch at Theon's side. He cut the zip ties around his wrists, the ones around his ankles, hands making quick work of checking for injuries.
"Can you walk?"