Well. These days, when he's been able to leave most of the bitterness behind him, he would do what he can to alleviate other peoples' suffering. And here's hoping he would never have to worry about dying sick anymore, anyway. Jury is still out on the 'alone' part. He can probably handle dying alone. Can't say the same for getting terminally sick again, however. Once in a lifetime was quite enough.

"I never wanted this. For anyone." Of course, everyone would go on with or without the cowboys. The world doesn't revolve around them. Even if Doc is slightly more eternal than Raylan, there will come a time when neither of them are going to be around. They would want the people they love to endure.

"I wanted to be a good man. Make amends. Keep my promises." He never prayed for fatherhood but he never prayed it away either. It was what fate had allotted him and he was willing to roll with the punches.

"Sometimes, this place..." Doc breathes out another long sigh, straightening up, dropping his head. What else is there to be said? Raylan can read his mind and finish that particular sentence.

"I'm going for a wander. There was sommin' strange upstairs last time - gon' check if anything's changed." He doesn't want to talk or think about either of the Alices. Or Wynonna. Or Kate. Even a short walk around this old house will help clear his head. While he is open, and honest, and true with Raylan, it doesn't mean he actually wants to talk about all these burdensome things he keeps close to his chest.

"Holler out if you see a black phantom crawling out the mirror trying to kill you." He'll come running in time to watch Raylan get eviscerated.