[Daryl's eyes dropped to his hands. They were spattered with tiny bits of blood from the plucking. Nothing easily seen from where Keneki stood and nothing like the blood that had covered them earlier when he was hunting. When he'd forced himself to tear into the flesh of that rodent a moment after he's snapped it's neck. Still fresh and living enough to count because the the body didn't realize it was dead yet. Blood still pumping and everything. There were days when that didn't work, when he took too long and had to find another to bite into and force himself to ignore the tiny screams of pain before it died slowly of blood loss.

A quick and sudden shudder shook Daryl and he had to push himself away from the wall. He usually did a good job of not thinking about the specifics of what kind of thing this world had literally forced him to become. But Keneki's confession hit too close to home. And it wasn't even this world that did it to him. It was his own damn world and the sick fucks that lived there.

Daryl looked just about as uncomfortable as he felt. The bird he'd been plucking still needed to be finished, but it was going to be hard to do it with Kaneki still there. He brought his forearm up to his face and wiped across his brow.]

You should get out of here. I'll do the dishes when I'm done.

[He was repeating himself, but he didn't know what else to say or do and this was just a lot of heavy shit he wasn't ready to deal with.]

Take Hinami and get out of the house for a few hours if she ain't gone already. Get some air.