That doesn't make me feel any better. [Enemy or not, he doesn't like the thought that he possibly massacred a group on first contact.

James was used to being manhandled by the doctors (if you can rightfully call them that) and his Handlers, so Daryl's gesture was kinder and easily understood. He lifted the metal arm to give Daryl room to work as he spoke.]

I'm confident in your abilities, but I don't want you to go alone. I can understand if you don't trust me any more, but if you won't take me, take someone to watch your back.