He holds his hand out for the bottle he'd only just passed to her. He needs a fucking drink if he's going to be dealing with all of this honesty.
"Wish I was thinking that selflessly when I came here," he admits to her. He asks her for the journal back, and leafs to a page to which he's stuck a few photographs. He gives it back to her, so she can see one photograph.
"Truth be told, Tess, I was dyin'. The doctor here patched me up, but there was nothing for it back home." He still doesn't sound like he's fully reconciled himself with that fact. He can't dare believe he'll actually have a life after this.
"Things was fallin' apart. Everyone was dead, or had the good sense to run before it got too bad. But there were two people left who had no one else to help 'em. John... John died, right before I got here. That's his wife Abigail, and their little boy Jack. The Pinkertons came and took her, and if I don't get her out alive that little boy's not going to have anyone left in this goddamn world. I came here to get his momma out of jail and give them both a fightin' chance."
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"Wish I was thinking that selflessly when I came here," he admits to her. He asks her for the journal back, and leafs to a page to which he's stuck a few photographs. He gives it back to her, so she can see one photograph.
"Truth be told, Tess, I was dyin'. The doctor here patched me up, but there was nothing for it back home." He still doesn't sound like he's fully reconciled himself with that fact. He can't dare believe he'll actually have a life after this.
"Things was fallin' apart. Everyone was dead, or had the good sense to run before it got too bad. But there were two people left who had no one else to help 'em. John... John died, right before I got here. That's his wife Abigail, and their little boy Jack. The Pinkertons came and took her, and if I don't get her out alive that little boy's not going to have anyone left in this goddamn world. I came here to get his momma out of jail and give them both a fightin' chance."