A decade by a year or more was enough to note the differences but with Tim it didn't matter. Tim was older than he had any right to be mentally and that got him a lot of ground. There was nothing for him to prove - he'd already proved everything he needed to by still being here, still fighting.

"You really think we can do that? That we can convince anyone else to overcome the instinct that sits in all of us?" He glared down at the ground for a second. "We could make a social push for it. Shit like that work here. Especially with our connections. But. If we could get enough of us to strap it down.." He looked back up.

"You've already suffered a death here. With all you got on your plate. You think you could do that? Suffer another one without givin' into the fear?" Because Raylan wasn't sure he could. The two he'd gone through was more than enough.