[Even if she's right, Zach's not really going to take her mockery lying down. He's never had to question his choices before, always thought, at some point, that he'd move on to better things. A coaching job, probably, starting small in Milford and moving on to bigger cows. UT. The fucking Cowboys.]

Do reign in the condescension, okay? I know to you I'm just an idiot bumbling my way around, but you know nothing of my aspirations, or my ambitions. And anyway, why the fuck does it matter now? It doesn't look like we're ever going to get out of here.

[The idea makes him sad, and angry. He pushes the feelings down, forces himself to square his shoulders, take a deep breath, try to stay calm. He can't be losing his mind over nothing he can control again.

Listening to her truths and lies, Zach wonders - obviously he wants to pick the Grim Reaper, because that's insane, but as the same time, he's witnessed crazier around her, and she seems the kind that'd be able to go toe to toe with Death itself.]

What could you possibly have against dogs? Dogs are awesome, man.