He actually looks a little more tense when she starts going through his. The start of it: the mad dash from Blackwater up into the mountains. Those horrible, cold weeks there, buried in the snow, hunting for the whole group, unable to mourn the people they lost.

Then his doodles when spring came. Descriptions of Valentine. The night with Lenny, the robberies in town, Hosea's little play with the girls so they could ostensibly get away with it.

Mary.

Fuck. His voice is soft and hoarse when he replies: "I regret a lot of it. I know why I did what I did, and I can't change that. I don't care about-- the damn money we took from types like Leviticus Cornwall, or killing folk that was out to kill us. But I did a lot of harm to a lot of people didn't deserve it."