Rafe liked havin' *you* in his life, his pretty girl. I mean, after the amount of shit that life threw at him since —practically— the day he was born he deserved a fuckin' break from that ol' stuff of his father neglecting him, Sarah turning into a Pogue and all that shit in between. 

But now it's all good. Because he has the money of the gold he melted and sold, not quite legal but who gives a shit? Not him, for fuckin' sure. He had remorses, but not about that.