Jesus trails after him easily, nice and slow and unhurried. But he nods to what Daryl says, eyes flicking to regard him. "No, I know what you mean. People that don't have to live outside walls... Either they can learn if they have to, or they can't. He couldn't."

Unkind, maybe, but not untrue. His lips twist a little as they reach the truck, waiting for the next cue. "He doesn't respect anyone. Ideas, work, nothing." So no one really respects him.