A funny thing like that, optimism. I think it's stupid most of the time, but I knew things about home that would have broken Roman. One thing in particular. If I told him, it would have ruined his optimism. But I liked him the way he was so I never told him. It just would have hurt him.

[He takes a drink of his whiskey, squinting at some vague point beside of Boone. He silently wondering if anyone can help him anymore, optimistic or not.]

I guess I did okay without him before. I'll keep doing okay now.