That's what stubbornness sounds like, good sir. But at least Raylan is honest with himself. Doc wouldn't have even admitted to the drinking. Breathing out a barely audible sigh, he tilts his head back and raises one foot to rest his sole against the pillar, going through the motions of lighting another smoke up. These cigarettes are not the cigarillos he would have preferred, but they are starting to grow on him.

"I ain't ever met nobody on their deathbed who thought they should've given more of their life to their job." Turning away briefly to blow smoke over his other shoulder, he gestures towards the hunched over Marshal with his cigarette slowly burning away between those fingers. "You might be the first."