Raylan shakes his head a little bit. "It's not evil. Sometimes its necessary. That don't make everythin' right."

It was more nuanced than good or evil. Good men murdered just like bad men, whatever their reasoning was. It was the difference between murderer and.. not. An argument that forever was inside his head, quieted most of the time only to be clamorous and insistent when that box was opened.

"Nah," he says softly, after a long second. "I'll be fine. All I want is somethin' to eat, another drink, and to curl up next to you. Everythin' looks better in the mornin', in my opinion."