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daryl dixon » season six: episode twelve » not tomorrow yet

When I was a child, I heard voices. Some would sing and some would scream. You soon find you have few choices. I learned the voices died with me.

When I was a child, I’d sit for hours. Staring into open flame. Something in it had a power. Could barely tear my eyes away.

All you have is your fire. And the place you need to reach. Don’t you ever tame your demons. But always keep them on a leash.


You ever seen something that, um, afterwards…you-you didn’t want to sleep? You aren’t hungry, because when you close your eyes, you could see it? And when you try to eat-


Me too. Killing somebody has got to be worse than that. It has to be. So yeah, I’m nervous.