"I remember your deal with the fire. Weren't alone in that either." For what that was worth. Everyone was a well layered onion and while they'd only met twice, Raylan had a better rounded image of the man. What he was capable of feeling or showing was just as important as whatever bullshit memory Raylan had seen.

"My bet's still on us bein'.." Raylan took a deep breath, chin tucking and eyebrows lifting a little in his own internal self preparation of saying the words to someone he barely knew, which meant he got less of the traction of trust of character.

"Well, bein' feed for whatever is in Mathis's belly. Feastin' on our fears, our trauma, our anger. That or whatever is runnin' her is just a twisted motherfucker."

Go on. Tell him he's crazy. He'll wait. That's what a reasonable person would say, anyway. Maybe Raylan just wanted to be wrong.