You know, there's bein' scared to die, son, and know when it's comin;. When you know it's...
Kaycee: Maybe a little too soon to come home?
John: Yeah, I could say the same to you,
Kaycee: What's that mean?
John: It means you don't fight, Kaycee. Wranglers get worked over, let the wranglers handle it.
Kaycee: How am I supposed to sleep in the same room with men I won't defend?
John: You aren't. I'll fix that problem too.
Kaycee: You gonna walk home now? I don't even know whose field this is.
John: Me neither. Ten years ago I did. I think I finally understand you, son.
Kaycee: Yeah? You wanna explain me to me, I'm all ears.
John: You know, there's bein' scared to die, son, and know when it's comin;. When you know it's coming, tomorrow stops factoring into your decisions cause you know you're never gonna see it, and then you live. You realize you ain't dead and you're not gonna die and you gotta face all them decisions you made. And out of all that you gotta figure out how to let yourself start living again.