"Well, they showed up dead first," he told her. "And we buried them. Henry and Raylan and I. And then some of them came back. And a couple of the ones that came back... dug up their dead bodies, which were still very much dead. This place can make you question some things. If Henry and Raylan weren't here, I'm not sure I would know what was real and what wasn't sometimes. Considering."

Considering he was off his meds and that included an antipsychotic that barely contained his brain's blur between real and imaginary on a good day.

"And it can be tempting to go into the fog," he warned her. "People... hear things in there. Friends' voices. That sort of thing. But it isn't real. It's a siren's song."