"She survived because that's what we're built to do. Humanity in general. Especially people back then. Less expectation for rights or the soft ways we expect things oughta be." It was a harsh way to look at it all, a harsh way to understand it but if anyone was going to it, it would be him. Him and Tim, at least. Another deep breath and his eyes slipped closed. "It's no wonder she's as ugly about life as she is, I'll grant her that."

His head tilted into the stroke of Tim's fingers and hummed a note of acknowledgement. "Maybe. Maybe.." He didn't quite believe it. Neal could have told Moz no. Could have agreed to find a different way or a different market. All without breaking the trust of the people that had let him into their home. Raylan's jaw and ribs throbbed in reminder of a similarly broken trust.

An eyebrow was lifted at that answer and he hummed again. "And yet you aren't tellin' me how it went."