"Perhaps. I wouldn't be opposed."

Just the idea of an 'after' is something new to entertain, and perhaps it's too optimistic. Too hopeful. Taylor might have to put a bullet through him any day, but they're sitting here dreaming of a life after the fight.

How did that happen? He finds himself staring down at Taylor like doing so might provide an answer, following the curve of his cheek and those deep scars, to the stars now decorating his ribs.