[Daryl understood the importance of having plenty of knives on hand and at the ready. He wasn't questioning the sensibility of it. But she wasn't the only one that needed a knife. Really, he didn't need it so much because it was a good weapon, but because he couldn't cut anything properly with the length of twisted metal he currently had. It worked fine for destroying brains. A thick tree branch could do the same.

He needed the knife because it was useful tool.]

I'll bring it back, then. And if you've found another when I do, I'll keep it.

[Daryl lifted his chin, then nodded his head to the right.]

Got my own set up around the side. But you got more backpacks out than I did. Ain't no knives in them. Just a couple hammers.