He's quiet for a long while, drinking his liquor, rolling that over in his head. Keep on going. Something tells him it's not that simple.

But...

Wasn't that how it was at the Bastion? Everything had been destroyed, everyone was dead, and there were so many times he just wanted to stop, to give up and lie down. But he never did. Rucks had a job for him, and Kid always did it. Always kept going, because what other option did he have? Rucks had offered hope, even though he'd known all along what the Bastion truly existed for.

Kid had gone as far as he had and done all the things he had done because it was all he possibly could do.

And he supposes it's all he can do this time as well.

"Keep on goin'."