It quickly dissolves into another argument. Abraham- again- doesn't want to waste time on useless wild chases. Says, "We got damned lucky twice, those sisters there." He waves a finger toward Maggie and Beth. "You think luck is gonna hold up? We got shit to do, people!"

But Rick's done with this. Like Daryl'd thought, like it was the news Rick was waiting for to make a decision, to offer up the options. "No," Rick tells him. "You got shit to do. If my daughter could be out there, I'm going to find her. What you do is up to you. You say you need people, you got them here. People that know how to survive. That know how to keep people alive. You can wait for me, or you can go."

Rick looks back to his son, then looks to Daryl. So much can be said without saying a word. Rick is asking, permission or agreement or support, he's not sure, and it doesn't really matter. Daryl glances over to Beth, who's slipped her hand into Maggie's, but she's givin' Daryl those big resolved eyes. That's when he realizes he doesn't even need to ask her, he knows her. He knows what she's thinking, already, knows what she's feeling in her bones.

He thinks of her handing him the first bottle of Judith's life, lettin' him hold her, cradle her, and not one of them thinking he wasn't safe around her. He remembers listening to Beth sing in the middle of the nights, quietly, when Judy woke hungry and squalling.

All Daryl has to do is barely incline his head, put his chin a centimeter closer to his chest.

Michonne gives a more decisive nod when Rick glances to her next.

Rick turns his gaze back to Abe. "I'm going to find my people, first. My daughter." He throws his gaze over all of them. "Everyone's got a choice. DC now, or DC in a little bit."

"Well," Abraham says, "we've fucked around enough. We have to get this man to DC. Or there's no reason to save your daughter." He taps the back of his knuckles against Rosita's shoulder.

Rick only replies, "Doesn't matter what world we live in. I'm gonna keep my family- all of it- alive in it."

"Good luck with that. Come on," Abe says, spinning on his feet, making toward his area of camp.

"Negatory." Eugene says, without moving.

It's Glenn that asks him, "Man, what's up with you?"

Sorry about the plot-heavy chapters, I promise you'll get some more Bethyl once I'm done fixing my own error. :p