Wyatt was silent for a moment, chewing quietly.

"That's a bit double-edged," he mused after he swallowed. "No, ain't especially pleasant, but it could be worse. If didn't talk 'bout ya at all, they might decide ya weren't worth keepin' around."

He looked at Joel, a serious edge coming into his eyes, hardening his gaze.

"They never bring everybody back. Every arena, there's always a few, nobody ever sees again."