It wasn't selfish. Raylan didn't begrudge him that, not with Klaus's grief still echoing in his ear. Grief and death weren't terribly far off from each other in sound sometimes. Neither was pain. He knew the howl of a man that had caught a fresh bullet in tender meats.

"It bothers me," he admitted freely. "Hell, it bothers me that we ain't moving but logically, I know it's because the statistics say that you're better off stayin' put. Only god knows what's in these tunnels anyway. It'd be safer to go with a group." That was about all the talking about himself he could freely offer without a little pushing. If push came to shove, Raylan would rather die getting lost in the tunnels than die sitting here with his thumb up his ass. Thankfully, they hadn't gotten to that juncture yet.

"Thinkin' about you might, Mr Immortal Man. You've got the advantage here. Unless being down under that long kills the urge to survivalism. Somehow, I doubt it and even if you said it did, I wouldn't believe you. Worried about Malcolm; would you be content to sit here knowin' that there might be a door just that way that would get you back up top and tendin' to him?"