Raylan's arms tightened around Neal at the rough jerk and was shaking his head before Neal finished his last statement, pulling back a little in case Neal really did need to empty his stomach. "You don't have to. Just... point me in the right direction. I'll find him."

So long as he had a goal post, he knew he could keep going. He could face whatever was out there and not meltdown completely. He could go and save Neal from a fraction of something. Of any of the horror that they'd all just shared.