"Tell you what, son. I find a bullet 'round here, I'd save it for puttin' you down." No, this isn't as bad as getting stuck alone, after all. Even if neither of them are keeping their shit together. They don't have to talk about this after they get out - and they've both got out before; they can do so again - so they can say whatever's on their mind and have the decency to just put the lid back on everything once it's safe to.

"Used to think the same thing, y'know. Wanted to die with six holes in my chest, not. God damn tuberculosis." He's not sure it was such a good idea after all, being so insistent and stubborn trying to get his way. Didn't exactly get him anywhere good.

"We're going to die trying to get out. We will not die sitting right here and right now." So while right here and right now stretches out and lasts them a while, they should be okay.