There were always limits – limited money, limited ammunition, limited supplies, legal limits on everything from tobacco to noise, a limited amount of time...and after dealing with the worst Oz could offer, his heart was limited as well.
His companions didn't seem to understand the concept of limits. Glitch kept running off at the mouth. DG cheerfully ignored her personal safety. Raw would look right into his soul. The three of them broke almost every limit he had.
His life has fewer limits these days, especially when it comes to his heart. And he wouldn't have it any other way.