I moved away from Daryl, breaking the second hug we shared with each other. I had calmed and was able to see that Daryl really was next to me. It was no illusion or a trick that was being played on my mind and it wasn't anyone who had changed their appearance to mimick him either. I could finally think straight and my mind was once again back on the mission at hand.
"Why did you think you wouldn't see me again if you've been spying on the Order? Surely, you should have realized that you would come across me here at some point," I said to Daryl as he held his golden mask in his hand, considering putting to back on. It wouldn't be long before someone would come searching for me.
He had left the other room earlier but from seeing my injured hand and the direction that large man was leading
