After a long and arduous journey, Glass finally locates his tormentors. Well, one of them, at least—a fifty percent success rate is nothing to scoff out. While Fitzgerald has fled from Captain Henry and the crew, taking a bevy of stolen goods with him, Bridger is about to learn firsthand why revenge is a dish best served cold.

Or not. As he lays the smackdown on Bridger, Glass comes to the sudden, unsettling realization that he's actually just assaulting a nineteen-year-old kid who's not offering any resistance. Not a good look. This, along with Bridger's clear regret regarding his actions, leads Glass to do something unthinkable: forgive.

If Glass is a ghost, then you can bet your butt he ain't a friendly one. And that goes double if your name is Jim Bridger. It's also worth mentioning that this image echoes Bridger's dream from earlier in the novel, which gives us the impression that he knew, on some level, that Glass was still alive.