[Message received loud and clear. The barest huff that might have been a somewhat dark, self-deprecating sound of amusement can be heard.]

I guess I'm just hoping the distance would give me time to... I don't know. Come back to my senses, I guess? When I'm the weapon, I'm not mindless like those things outside the gate. I'm a trained killer, 70 years in the making, who only knows how to achieve its objective.

[Sorry Daryl. There's a lot of baggage with this one. He's equal parts terrifying skill and baggage.]

Yeah. I'm gonna keep an eye out and make sure we didn't lead anything back with us.