[76 doesn't try to stop McCree, knowing that the current conversation is completely unsalvageable. It's not that he feels remorse, exactly--he just knows how he usually is, even after all these years, and knows that it's pointless to even try when he's been pushed over the edge. Still, he'll maintain that breaking his wrist was a lesson he needed to learn.
He nods off a little over the course of the night but otherwise doesn't sleep. There's no further conversation when it's time to move out, either. 76 knows that McCree spent the majority of the night trying to find their spooked horse, and even if he had anything to say, he wouldn't chance it in this kind of mood. They dump Miguel at civilization in the early morning, then try to put as much distance between them and the town as possible.
Once they're a little further out, 76 ventures to speak.]
How's your arm?
[Asking because it's occurred to him that he doesn't know how useless McCree might be without it.]
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He nods off a little over the course of the night but otherwise doesn't sleep. There's no further conversation when it's time to move out, either. 76 knows that McCree spent the majority of the night trying to find their spooked horse, and even if he had anything to say, he wouldn't chance it in this kind of mood. They dump Miguel at civilization in the early morning, then try to put as much distance between them and the town as possible.
Once they're a little further out, 76 ventures to speak.]
How's your arm?
[Asking because it's occurred to him that he doesn't know how useless McCree might be without it.]