"Kinda hard not to, after being around a few times. I don't hear much choice in your stories. You got one choice and you made it, and it was the right one. And then.. all that was.. taken over and it doesn't.." Raylan looked over with a heavy breath. It didn't seem like Malcolm had been given much choice back.

"Like I said before. You're strong as hell to have accomplished what you have over everything else." Raylan chased the words and the still twisted feeling in his chest back down with a wash of bourbon.