It's a strangely comforting thought, that time will stretch on inexorably no matter what Aaron thinks or feels. He's just a speck in the grand scheme of life. His pain may feel endless, but it's contained only to him. He appreciates that, in his way. He reaches up to pat Daryl's shoulder, a pithy attempt at comfort, but it's all he has at the moment.

"I'll take a page from your book, then," he says with a tired expression. "No more dramatics."