The world comes into focus enough for him to catch the end of her tidy dispatch of the kedan, For one hallucinatory moment, she reminds him of an older Loretta, and it's a thought that wrenches and confuses at once - that breath of hope, maybe he's dreaming, and then the feel of the bruises start to settle and the noise of the street filters in through the static of injury.

"I can see that," he says, after taking a quick walk through his possible answers. Raylan tilts enough to retrieve his hat from the ground where it fell somewhere during the tangle. "But if I leave, I can't swoon properly over my hero."