Eh. Too small.

Laurence: I’ve known plenty of truly fucked up individuals in my time.

Few that would hold a candle to you, sure.

This one? Theodore Flood?

He was Wyatt’s friend.

Those former associations are exactly why we need him.

He’s going to lead me straight to the big bad wolf.

I wouldn’t count on that.

(Teddy groans)

Oh, shit.

(Lawrence grunting)

Didn’t take you for the charitable type.

You should’ve left him on that tree to die.

You believe in fate, Lawrence?

If the bitch exists, I’d like to kick her in the teeth about now.

Don’t be so glib.

You’ll hurt my feelings.

As another old friend of mine likes to say, “There’s a path for everyone.”

You path leads you back to me. You ever wonder why I’ve kept you with me this whole journey?

Maybe you like the pleasure of my company, you sadistic fuck.

(chuckles) Why, maybe I do.

There’s not a man in the world who’ll take the tone with me you do.

In a past life, perhaps. Teddy here’s not looking long for this world.

Nearest healer is in Pariah. Ain’t no way he’s gonna make it that far. He’s lost too much blood.

Boy: Are you lost?

Our friend here’s a little worse for the wear.

Any water nearby, son?

Boy: There’s a creak on the other side of the canyon.

Fetch us some, would you?

Now hurry.

Friend here needs some if he’s gonna make it.

Get!

Eh.

Too small.

What does that mean?

What are you sending him for water for?

I’m the one you made fill up the sow’s bag this morning.

A shame, really.

I always enjoy our time together, Lawrence.

The fuck is that supposed to mean?

It means… I was wrong.

The path that brought you here, it wasn’t for me. It was for him.

(gasping)

Sorry, Lawrence.

Guess I’ll see you on the other side.

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