Edgar smiled and nodded. "Curtis was always good at fucking up plans, the bastard." Well, that was a little unfair. Curtis was also the ones making the plans they'd fucked up in the first place, which gave him some leeway.

"Don't know if I ever met Daryl," he admitted. He hated that that was how it was sometimes. A constant ebb and flow of gain and loss that never quite stoppered. In some ways, it was darkly familiar. At least in the Tail, you knew when someone was gone because they were dragged away.