"That what you do? Stuck in near a life or death situation." He shook his head, eyes finding more nothing to focus out on. "He'll be okay. Not as good as if we were up there but.. Neal will handle him if Negan doesn't. And he's been doin' this for twenty somethin' years. He's capable, however... tortured. I think this is the one time he'd be fine with us not worryin' about him."

Raylan cared about Malcolm but he couldn't extract himself enough from his current situation and his own survival worries to spare some for the New Yorker. He didn't know what that made him - hard, cruel maybe.

"If we can hear him down here, I'll be very surprised," he ended quietly. "Maybe that means they won't hear us either, no matter how much we scream." Unnecessary preoccupation was the name of the game down here and Raylan was already deep in the hand of it.