"It only takes sixty-six pounds of torque to disrupt the spinal cord," he says equally gently, through he doesn't look back over at Raylan just yet. "He might have gotten a shot off before I could either stab him or break his neck. But it's unlikely I'd have died."

Extremely unlikely he'd have stayed dead either way. "I told you once I don't favor guns, and I was truthful. But it doesn't mean I am incapable of violence." He knew very well Raylan struggled to see him as anyone who could do harm, and Ganymede can't fault his friend that. But he is very, very tired of having to maintain that illusion at all costs.

"Are we going to your place, or mine?" he asks finally, after a moment of quiet between them.