"Don't know how to stop," Raylan echoed, head pulling back a fraction with the pinch of his brow and a squeeze of his hand before he retracted it to drop it into his lap. "The way you say that makes it sound like an addiction... I suppose, for some people it is." Arlo. Forever a criminal.

"But you're a smart man. Capable of your choices. You wanna stop? You keep that life you want in mind. If you really want it, you'll stop. No one's set on their path forever. Shit, all that makes me a lawman is the fact I ain't been fired yet. Two wrong steps, I coulda been in cuffs myself.. We all make choices." Run or Fight. Shoot or get shot; it all came back down to that.

"You might technically be a criminal, but you're not a bad guy. There's a difference. Now you just get to choose what kinda good guy you are. I think you can do it, if you're serious."

It was the closest to 'I believe in you' Raylan could get.