"Easy prey," he said with more lilt than typical. Like it was meant to represent the fun he was going to have of it, when in reality it was covering up the disappointment that easiness turned out to be.

Collins walked away. He knelt on the other side of the bed and the small sounds indicated he was rummaging through an assortment. When he stood back up he had a length of wire held between his hands. The grip was familiar and sure. He paused back in front of Raylan now.

He shook his head. "You come after me I'd expect you ta do tha courtesy of finishin' tha game permanently. Don't you remember? It's all I ever wanted."

Not all that Barge bullshit. He hadn't wanted any of that. The small community, the shenanigans, the magic, the forced lives and emotions that came along with them. All of it stuffed inside and hurting, confusing. Turning him into something he didn't understand much less want.

"But we can skip all that if ya want. I'll hear yer music either way."