Naturally, Maggie wanted to go after her sister as soon as she stormed out. However, if there was one thing Daryl knew about siblings, it was that Maggie was more likely to make it worse with Beth that riled up. So, he stopped her and said he'd take care of it; and, surprisingly, she let him,

As Daryl exited the church, he narrowed his gaze to find the blonde. Beth moved at what seemed like 80mph when she was angry, which meant she could be halfway to the boundary point. He knew she wouldn't leave the encampment, but that wouldn't stop her from hovering at the edge...waiting.

"Hey, Daryl!" at the sound of his name, Daryl turned to see Carl jogging over to him. "Is the meeting done? What happened?"

Rick's son was constantly curious, and constantly asking questions; he'd been like that since day one. But, recently, he'd become even more concerned with the going-ons within the council and hanging around outside the church. Carl was still a kid, but Daryl guessed he was picturing himself in a leadership role in a very near future; although he faced the constant disillusion of Rick simply saying someday.

"Hey. You can ask your old man that." Daryl replied and only waited a beat for the disappointment to run across Carl's face before asking about the blonde. "Did you see which way Beth went?"

"Looked like towards the east boundary." Carl pointed. "She looked pissed."

Daryl ignored the little Rick voice in the back of his head, urging him to tell Carl to watch his language. "Yeah, well, she is."

"Why?" Carl just couldn't help his damn self.

Sighing, Daryl repeated himself. "Like I said, you can ask your old man that."

Before the kid could get another question out, Daryl took off toward the east boundary. For the most part, he just hoped Beth wasn't mauling a tree with her knife. Weapons weren't in limited supply, but it was a pretty nice knife. But, there was also the thought of how she was really taking it nagging at him; because no matter how angry Beth was, she was still two steps ahead of even herself.

Daryl could have kicked himself. If Beth had known earlier, she might not have reacted the way she did; not that they should have ever sprung it on her to begin with. He should have warned her better, he shouldn't have let himself gone and get distracted. But, it was so much easier to sit in silence, or kill walkers than face up to everything else going on.

After a few minutes of walking, he finally saw her. Well, actually, he heard her first. Beth had been babbling what - for the most part - sounded like gibberish. Then, when Daryl came around some of the trees, he could see she was pacing feverishly; all while being very expressive with her warms...which were very much so flailing.

He'd seen her angry, but he'd never actually seen her like that before. Which is probably why he made the mistake of taking a few steps toward her while her back was turned. She didn't hear him, or see him, but she must have felt a presence because Beth whipped around immediately, with her arm thrusting her knife towards his skull.

Daryl caught her wrist with the knife barely and inch from his forehead. He gave himself a moment to roll his eyes before he looked into hers. "What the hell, Beth?"

The two of them stood there locked in their positions, and Beth couldn't answer his question for what seemed like a very long time. She just stared at him, chest heaving, until she finally calmed herself enough to loosen her grip on the knife and let it fall to the ground. Prompting Daryl to let go his hold on her wrist.

"You okay?" He asked. It wasn't really a question he didn't know the answer to after she almost split his head open, but it was something you were supposed to do anyway.

Beth ignored the question for a moment and knelt down to gather her knife. Daryl watched patiently as she wiped the dirt onto her pant leg and calmly place it back into her belt. For a moment, it seemed as though she might actually open to mouth to say yes, however, she then looked over his shoulder towards the church.

"Dammit!" Beth exclaimed, clenching her jaw. She wasn't quite done yet. "How are you okay with that?"

Daryl raised his eyebrow. "With what?"

"How are you okay with just following?" Beth demanded. "Doesn't bother you, after all this time?"

Daryl wasn't quite sure the amount of time she was referring to. But he'd told her he had always followed. First with Merle, and then with Rick. But that's was two different brothers, and it sure as hell was two different situations. Yet, he still didn't have an answer for her.

He could see where both parties were coming from. He knew Rick, after everything the world had worn on him, wanted salvation; and he wanted a cure for his family. But he also knew Beth, and he knew her instincts. She so desperately wanted and needed to help others. Both her and Rick thought they were looking at the bigger picture.

"Daryl?"

"It's tough, Beth." Daryl finally replied.

Beth scoffed. "I don't think it is! I think it's pretty damn obvious that, after all this time, there's nothing that gonna save us."

For a moment, Daryl was taken aback. She seemed so firmly set in that opinion, but she was the one that always saw a little good. There wasn't a chance in hell that Daryl wanted to placed all his faith in Eugene, but he had his what ifs. Beth had to have hers too. She always did.

"How well do you think they're all going to take it?" This time Beth wasn't particular looking for an answer. "Do you think everyone is gonna agree with what Rick says is so?"

"They never all do, Beth." Daryl shrugged. "But the ball is already rollin' and Rick is in charge."

"But...what if I stop the ball." Beth's eyes became less angry and he watched as they filled with determination. "What if he's not in charge."