Everybody dies, Tracey. Someone’s carryin’ a bullet for you right now, doesn’t even know it. The trick is, die of old age before it finds you.

Mal accepts death as inevitable but turns survival into a matter of outlasting a particular threat. The imagined bullet gives danger a personal destination even before anyone intends to fire it. Living to old age becomes the practical victory available within that bleak view.

Context reviewed 28 September 2026