Lucky shot. Better to be lucky and good and goddamn he is sick of being lucky, sick of not being good enough to have stopped anything, to have seen it until after Connie got an axe to the chest and bled out god knows where. Not good enough to go back for Wash and that- that's gonna stick with him forever. Leaving him behind. Letting North take South with him. Trying to help Tex. Too much shit that he wasn't good enough to do or prevent and all of it just rolls into one target under him.

He couldn't make it right before. Now? Now maybe he could.

"Look." He doesn't get off the kid- but he does put his sidearm away. Slowly. Far from where the kid can reach because he's not an idiot. "If I let you up are you gonna try to kill me? Because I'm kind of tired of that shit."