He knew stepping out of shelter to help Daisy would come with risk. He knew he was dooming himself. But he couldn't leave her like that, not after everything she's been through and everything they've shared. She watched him die in that cell on the ship, so it's only fair he be there to return the favor. He doesn't regret his choice, even as those final moments with Daisy still haunt him. The words he heard Basira utter on that tape haunt him worse. Daisy deserved better. So, no, even when the cough starts, he can't bring himself to regret a thing.

As soon as the symptoms start, he goes right back home to the farmhouse. Better to stick it out there in relative comfort. If he barricades the door well enough, he reasons, then he won't accidentally hurt anyone. He didn't account for how confused he'd become. It doesn't take long at all for him to fall into a befuddled state, forgetting that he's infected at all and going about his chores as if on a loop. Thankfully, he believes it to be Sunday, which means the bakery is closed and he has no reason to go out. Instead, he's baking bread. Lots and lots of bread. Somehow the fact that it's piling up on every available flat surface doesn't tip him off, either.