“Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight,” Malcolm murmured, reciting a lyric. “You’ve gotta kick at the darkness ‘til it bleeds daylight.”

He looked at Raylan, still a little bleary but less shaky. “I think they’ve done things they thought would separate us. Locking some inside and some outside when the monsters came. The memories. …This. Us together… it hurts their objectives. They counted on us turning on each other well before now, not getting closer and closer.”