"Perhaps," he said, not interested in arguing about theology. Let them believe what they would of God and the Bible. Cesare was as devout as he'd ever be and he'd never argue God's will with the same fervor Michael Carpenter had. "Like Georgia Mason then? I hadn't realized more of you were coming." She'd spoken often and clearly about her condition and though he didn't truly understand the mechanics of disease or the true weight of what infection meant, he trusted when she said it would be bad and he wasn't eager to find out just how much.
He regarded Daryl for a moment when the man spoke, ignoring the look in his eyes. He'd seen worse and heard worse from men at home, he couldn't be goaded into argument or offense. "You and the Masons are the only future undead here, this will frighten people more than it will soothe them. I have no opinion on it one way or another. But I imagine the city will be disturbed that you've made a barricade around the block."
Georgia had been catching them up with local politics and customs, but Cesare was still behind in his understandings. He was learning as quickly as he could.