Redhawk Caldera Hand in my hand and we promised to never let go

Friends, was it.  Colt had made his own assumptions before the war, and now he was more sure than ever.  But if that was the case, time would be the only thing now that would help the man.  The truth would simply be laughed off, he imagined, or send him deeper down.  

"I had a friend like that, once," Colt responded amicably, though the voice that generally stopped him from sharing these sorts of things was definitely lurking.  "Sounds like a special sort of thing.  Important, no matter how they end up." Friends like that changed you, even after they were gone and no matter how much you might regret them in the early days.