Raylan grabbed it and turned, just as readily happy for the space as he stepped into the kitchen. Fishing the spare bottle of moonshine from under the sink, he poured a good two fingers into his mug before corking it and sticking it away, covering it and Neal's cup in what was left from the pot.
"Mm," he sounded noncommittally as he stepped back into the living room. "So what. I went into law to be everything Arlo is not. Malcolm, I think, went into it to save people, honestly and earnestly... Boyd coulda gone towards law," he continued as he handed Neal his cup, opting to stay on his feet and move over to the fire that needed a good poking. "His daddy and mine ran the county. Ran the drugs, ran the women. Boyd and I, we were supposed to take over. Keep the 'Legends' goin'. Course, the only legend they left was a trail of convictions and bodies." He glanced over.
"Boyd, point in fact, did not go for the law." He looked back at the fire, setting his cup on the mantle place before grabbing a hunk of wood and squatting down, poking around and tossing it in. "And I'm gonna put him in jail or in the ground for it. Eventually. Too many bodies for Boyd to be able to come back to any redemption." His jaw flexed a little and he took out the feelings on the wood, stirring the heat up til it caught flame again.
"Lemme ask you somethin', no judgement." He stood and recollected his cup, turning to look at Neal. "Why do you rob these people? I'm sure it's partly for the money, that's the way of men in the world but.. You're smart. Adaptable. Why that? What's it get you?"
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"Mm," he sounded noncommittally as he stepped back into the living room. "So what. I went into law to be everything Arlo is not. Malcolm, I think, went into it to save people, honestly and earnestly... Boyd coulda gone towards law," he continued as he handed Neal his cup, opting to stay on his feet and move over to the fire that needed a good poking. "His daddy and mine ran the county. Ran the drugs, ran the women. Boyd and I, we were supposed to take over. Keep the 'Legends' goin'. Course, the only legend they left was a trail of convictions and bodies." He glanced over.
"Boyd, point in fact, did not go for the law." He looked back at the fire, setting his cup on the mantle place before grabbing a hunk of wood and squatting down, poking around and tossing it in. "And I'm gonna put him in jail or in the ground for it. Eventually. Too many bodies for Boyd to be able to come back to any redemption." His jaw flexed a little and he took out the feelings on the wood, stirring the heat up til it caught flame again.
"Lemme ask you somethin', no judgement." He stood and recollected his cup, turning to look at Neal. "Why do you rob these people? I'm sure it's partly for the money, that's the way of men in the world but.. You're smart. Adaptable. Why that? What's it get you?"