"I don't think we are either, but there's been a few here that say they know Him," Raylan readily agreed. Harlan's God, his grandfathers God, Boyd's God wouldn't be doing this, he was sure. The sentiment still stood.

He frowned faintly as he tried to recall any book and then- Something else he'd missed. He knew it wasn't half fair to ask, what with his request of no spoilers, but part of him wanted to. To have a full run down of all the shit he'd missed. To be properly on the same page as Tim. He wasn't sure he was going to enjoy it. There wasn't much in his life that he did.

That idle thought aside, Tim painted a picture he hadn't given much thought to. There was no helping the people that had lived here and the way things were left, on the surface, it didn't look like much room for suffering. But if they were driven.. If the town wanted to consume them.

"You think that the blood she's already taken from us ain't enough? That's she's.. tryin' to push us to snappin' and goin' primitive on each other?" He tried not to sound upset by it and while he mostly succeeded, with Tim knowing his tones so well, he knew the sniper would pick it up.

Irritated by their situation, Raylan shoved his shovel away propped his hands on his hips. When all else failed, Southern Problem solving.

"This can't be a viable option for resolution. It can't be." Except now that the seed was planted, he couldn't help but water it.