He wasn't done with anyone; that hadn't changed. Yes, Raylan felt some kind of way about what had happened, but the base line hadn't changed. They weren't getting rid of Malcolm. Negan could control himself, yes, but that made his choice so much worse.

Raylan laced their fingers together and squeezed tightly in return. "I hope so. I can't say yes or no because gut wounds can be nasty but. All we can do is wait and see. Keep him comfortable while his body heals. Can you tell me what happened?"