He's not only heard his brother's voice coming from a broken walkie talkie — hadn't even had batteries in it — guiding him with knowledge neither of them could have possibly possessed, but he's also hallucinated his brother on more than one occasion, helping him when he most needed it. Who's to say it isn't the same for James? The mind is a strange thing and he doesn't pretend to understand it.
Daryl's eyes flicker between the radio and James's face, expression carefully kept neutral. But he accepts the explanation for what it is.
"... Alright," he says and tilts his head in lieu of a shrug. "Let's hope it stays quiet, then." Probably best to let the man get his bearings and settle in now. His other questions can wait. "I'll let you know if I turn up anything on your wife." With that, he turns and heads back to the elevator. He truly does intend to ask around about Mary Sunderland, for what it's worth; he's a man of his word.
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To Daryl, it actually doesn't.
He's not only heard his brother's voice coming from a broken walkie talkie — hadn't even had batteries in it — guiding him with knowledge neither of them could have possibly possessed, but he's also hallucinated his brother on more than one occasion, helping him when he most needed it. Who's to say it isn't the same for James? The mind is a strange thing and he doesn't pretend to understand it.
Daryl's eyes flicker between the radio and James's face, expression carefully kept neutral. But he accepts the explanation for what it is.
"... Alright," he says and tilts his head in lieu of a shrug. "Let's hope it stays quiet, then." Probably best to let the man get his bearings and settle in now. His other questions can wait. "I'll let you know if I turn up anything on your wife." With that, he turns and heads back to the elevator. He truly does intend to ask around about Mary Sunderland, for what it's worth; he's a man of his word.