[...Not a good choice. They knew the knife would scare him. Just saying they wouldn't use it on him doesn't mean he can actually trust they wouldn't. They cover their hand to the knuckles with their sleeve, fold their arms, tuck it out of sight. Start to smile at the dirt, because they still can't look at him.]

No more script, or so I'm told. You're going to hear a lot of "things can be different here," I'll bet.

It's... like a Reset that none of us had control over. A... second chance? You can have a perfectly happy ending that you can be a part of, perhaps. How lucky for you!