The way Raylan sees it, he can either shoot Tom or throw him out on his ass, or get some insight on yet another stolen soul. One that's clearly a little odder than some of the others that have been collected here in Milton. It wasn't quite trust, but it was trust that Tom wasn't completely dangerous and out of his mind.
Besides, what else did he really have to do?
Raylan scoffs out a breath, eyebrows raised for a moment before he shakes his head.
"Nah, that's how you end up fucked up enough to become a victim for other people on the same mix that are out of their mind. Then again, I've never been one for mushrooms and cocaine destroys more lives than its worth and that ain't even taking into account the troubles of addiction." A sharp ear would notice he doesn't include weed in that list - that's more complicated than his black and white views.
"And there's none of that here which puts you in a bit of a pinch, doesn't it. Pine Wine ain't nearly good enough to count as alcohol to get the good times goin; that, I think, takes more actual human personality."
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Besides, what else did he really have to do?
Raylan scoffs out a breath, eyebrows raised for a moment before he shakes his head.
"Nah, that's how you end up fucked up enough to become a victim for other people on the same mix that are out of their mind. Then again, I've never been one for mushrooms and cocaine destroys more lives than its worth and that ain't even taking into account the troubles of addiction." A sharp ear would notice he doesn't include weed in that list - that's more complicated than his black and white views.
"And there's none of that here which puts you in a bit of a pinch, doesn't it. Pine Wine ain't nearly good enough to count as alcohol to get the good times goin; that, I think, takes more actual human personality."