Neal takes the pills obediently, studying Raylan’s face.

“If I don’t come back this time,” he murmurs, then frowns slightly. “I should have last words, probably.”

There’s a slight tingle starting in his limbs, a spreading calm and numbness that makes him feel like he’s floating somewhere soft. He can’t keep his eyes open after a little while.

“Just live,” he slurs. “Just live.”

The last of the tension eases out of him as he goes under.