Steady hazel eyes held hers. There was a note of sorrow, a note of steely resolve that likely looked out of place without the context.

"Yes." And it was terrible. Raylan felt a lot of things about it, all moot and pointless - there was no going back and changing it, saving those people, sparing her what had been put upon her.. But neither was weeping and moaning over what could have been.

"You live a hard life."