"Well...ain't always wrong to break down, either," he protests mildly. "'Specially not if you can come back from it."

But he's not eager to demonstrate his assertion personally. He quiets, listening to what the man says, and it sounds a lot like something that would come out of Forrest's mouth. It is not the violence that sets a man apart. It's the distance; how far he is prepared to go. The Bondurants never seemed to enjoy violence, but Forrest and Howard never flinched from it, either. Because they intended to survive and protect what they had.

Cricket's less soft than he seems. He knows what he stands for, and he'd still rather err on the side of compassion and gentleness, but the advice he's being given makes perfect sense. And whether it's meant kindly or not, it comes across that way. He gives the man a tentative smile and nods. "Yessir. Thank you, sir. I reckon you're right. Ain't no call to pick everything apart, anyway, while there's work to be done. Best if I focus on what I can do now."