Daryl knew exactly what she was doing when he heard her speak. There was no mistaking that tone. The hard, effected toughness like she was going to force herself to stop the tears. He'd done it enough himself to know.

He stopped moving forward, shoulders dropping with his head. He took a deep breath, not wanting to call her out on the tears. She didn't seem like the kind to want that.

"What do you know about Athena? The woman you're named for."