Mm. [He wasn't going to chase that point of view down much further; Collins didn't have to agree with him and it wasn't important for Raylan to make Collins understand where he was standing.]

I won't argue with some people bein' animals, but I think that's about as far as my agreement can go. Here, you're contained and, try as you might, you can't actually hurt someone in any meaningful way. ['But' hung unsaid, as did what would have followed. But but but.]

You know it's objectively wrong though. You just don't give a shit because it makes you feel good for a minute? [His brow furrows questioningly, one lanky finger lazily half pointing at him over the small table.] How long's the high of a kill last for you? Ten minutes? Twenty? Go home and jack off to how it looked and felt to watch a life fade in front'a your eyes?