There was a look that came across his face. It wasn't exactly sadness even if there was no real joy to it. Rather it was something like acceptance. Like he was going home to a fate that likely wasn't what one could describe as good. Which was probably the understatement of the year.

"I can promise you that it shall. I may not know how yet but it shall." To that last ride of his. To where Archer stood at the end and he would not make it past him.

It had been a very good ride.