He does solidify, at least a bit more; the lines of his face become more defined, his eyes - both of them where they should be - focus more firmly into being, catching what illumination there is. Though there's a clear lack of substance to his presence, a somewhat wavering quality as if he might fade back away at any moment, he's here right now.

The good news - or not good, maybe - is that he isn't here to level accusations or to seem some kind of ethereal vengeance. He moves a little closer, almost like he's alive. He's not sure, really, if this is the best course of action or if manifesting like this is just going to make things worse, but he is in an unfortunately unique position, being able to reach Daryl here.

"Hey. You don't deserve this."

This statement, at least, bears no uncertainty. His tone is almost aggressively earnest, insistent.