Raylan grunted a note of acknowledgement. There were a few different types of men during the time - Raylan and Doc, for all their similarities, were different ones. It was also way Raylan would have been a shit farmer. Just not his kinda work, no matter how well built for it he was.
He glanced over at the ask; yeah. Maybe not the best time to bring it up, no matter how helpful it was to his own head. Museum was not less traumatic than wells; noted. But Raylan's concern was falling into a similar line with Doc's. If there was a hatch to the museum, what was in there could spread through these tunnels and creep up into the houses while they slept.
Maybe he'd keep that to himself too.
Raylan turned his flashlight left, then right, then center. "Up top is for roads. No buildings to cut through down here. Gimme your knife," he said, hand gesturing out at him. "I'll give it right back but if we're goin' any further, we gotta mark where we came from."
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He glanced over at the ask; yeah. Maybe not the best time to bring it up, no matter how helpful it was to his own head. Museum was not less traumatic than wells; noted. But Raylan's concern was falling into a similar line with Doc's. If there was a hatch to the museum, what was in there could spread through these tunnels and creep up into the houses while they slept.
Maybe he'd keep that to himself too.
Raylan turned his flashlight left, then right, then center. "Up top is for roads. No buildings to cut through down here. Gimme your knife," he said, hand gesturing out at him. "I'll give it right back but if we're goin' any further, we gotta mark where we came from."