"Jesus. Well, that would make sense, anyway. I got shot in the head a few months ago, just a flesh wound, otherwise I wouldn't be sittin' here but.. I'll still take headaches over it hurtin' too much to draw." Life was suffering, in Raylan's experience. Most everyone was suffering all the time, except the few who had carved out a few minutes of peace somehow.

But they'd be back in the mess too.

"But that's ah.. An interesting dynamic for the inmates." No assurances unless your warden wasn't a complete asshole. He wouldn't ask where they were in the time between, that might be too much on top of everything else right now.