The expression upon Merle's face turned sour as his little brother opened his mouth to speak, his eyes narrowing into a darker one when the words began to fall from his mouth. What was yet to follow was definitely something Merle did not want to hear, and it was clear from the loud tapping of the fork in his hand. Honestly, Merle didn't enjoy the way Daryl could speak about it so simply and more-so truthfully, despite his tough interior and exterior the words did effect him in ways he'd rather not think about. Especially, when it was about something he had done so recklessly to risk his own life.
Stabbing the fork down hard into the table, Merle began to speak rather lowly with a tone that wasn't far from disgust, "So what? You ran back to your new family, little brother?" Bitterness taking over as he finished that sentence, "Couldn't lie to them? Or ain't you that kind of person any more?" Mocking him slightly, knowing too well that it couldn't have been easy for Daryl. But, if he had heard it better than from the Taiwan kid, maybe he wouldn't be so pissed off about it. Especially when he managed to prove Merle wrong about something as touchy as this.