Daryl Dixon watches her come back from the dead a second time. It always seems so painful, so unnecessarily cruel. Why come back, if it hurts so much? If it's such a journey from the living to the dead, and screaming and squirming, back again? If he could stand her loss, he'd suggest letting her go. It seems so painful, to come back again and again, always losing. It's Daryl's own personal horror, never being able to die when it's your time.

But he guesses he's selfish. He holds her through it, and she always comes back to him in the end.

He doesn't say a word, just hushes her quietly, cradling her gently. When she says she can't move, he picks her up, bridal carry, without hesitation. Anything for her. She'll survive.

Sasha is still standing before them with her knife. "What the hell was that?"