Bit obvious there. I was hoping for some sort of long dramatic tale of chivalry.

[ No he wasn't. He was just being an ass. ]

You're line of work doesn't get people lit on fire for talking to a deity or demon. It doesn't equal to one of your older mates being fodder for a bloody fucking hunger demon they let loose on the world. [ His voice raised then with an anger, but not directed at Raylan. It was one directed at himself. At how he kept living this bloody stupid life of his when it caused everyone around him to die, or their lives to be utterly destroyed.

... yet, he kept living it anyways.

It was the only life he knew. ]