[Even if he wasn't playing, Raylan could see the conversational chess board, appreciate what the suggested undertones implied between them. He wasn't going to stop the game, but he was keeping an ear on Malcolm's tone while his eyes stayed busy on Will's face.
Someone had to do their jobs, yes, that was true. Just like someone had to do Raylan's job. He, however, didn't take such a deep dive into things. His world was significantly simpler. His was a duty to stopping bad people doing bad things. Even if those people had once been good. By and large, that was it. End of story. The men he'd put down, justified or not, gave him no joy and took no hesitation.
If Will couldn't take off his 'coats'.. how many bad guys were under the mop of hair?
Raylan wishes he had his gun, then it wouldn't matter, either way.
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Someone had to do their jobs, yes, that was true. Just like someone had to do Raylan's job. He, however, didn't take such a deep dive into things. His world was significantly simpler. His was a duty to stopping bad people doing bad things. Even if those people had once been good. By and large, that was it. End of story. The men he'd put down, justified or not, gave him no joy and took no hesitation.
If Will couldn't take off his 'coats'.. how many bad guys were under the mop of hair?
Raylan wishes he had his gun, then it wouldn't matter, either way.