He thinks to ask Poison why she would offer that; he considers reminding her of the rotted spot on the floor before them, of the danger he could easily present to the people in this new world. He wonders what they'd do if they knew an undead creature walked among them, and fears what he'd do if he felt cornered. He has so many amends to make, and no idea just how long he has to make them.

And so, he shakes his head, shame etching into his visible features. "I am afraid of what they'd think. I am already afraid of what I think. I- I lived a life judged. I need time to find my place here. To find what purpose I have left."