That's too poetic for him to give a shit about. Giving Goodnight a wary look, he's not sure that stone, iron, or anything matter if he doesn't have to sleep with a corpse and starve, or be picked off by an asshole like Bogue.

"Whatever cost they want to ask, what worse can it be than the things we already had to deal with?" he points out, brushing it aside even though he believes in God and sin and the devil. The trouble is, he also feels like he saw them in his life. "My pound of flesh was already starting to be carved. Are you scared, then?" he taunts. "What do you think the worst they can do is?"