You wouldn’t choose me anywhere. It felt like a punch in his solar plexus and his eyebrows twitched as he shook his head a little, taking a half step forward, an errant hand half reaching out for him. All the knifes edges that he'd been balancing on came down to that didn't it.

"Malcolm, you know that's not true. We don't know how we're going back or if we're going back and nothin's gonna be the way it is here, nothing. I can't leave him to twist in the win. Just like I can't leave you. He's got nothing else here."

Raylan was ashamed in a way he hated. Ashamed that he wasn't strong enough to make such a firm choice here. Ashamed he wasn't strong enough to leave one of them to their own devices for the other. What he ought to do.

You oughta leave all of them, find a house to drink yourself to death in, see how Mathis likes that.