Shrieky orders a hot chocolate with his cake, because today seems like it should be a pretty chocolate centric day to him. Once the waitress is gone, he considers Wolfgang's question with a little more thought.

"When I first got here, the first person who I met, after the people who let me out? Carried me down the stairs of the Valhalla Inn, and held my arm so I wouldn't fall over, because I didn't know how to walk." He leans back, staring at the table before him, remembering this, "I'd never been inside before, I'd never walked through a town before, I'd never drank anything before, and he did all of these things with me, when I couldn't do anything for him. He had scars on his face, and I think he'd been hurt or imprisoned, in some way, but he didn't think it was right to hate humanity."

Thinking about that first meeting, only a few months ago now, makes his chest feel tight, and when Shrieky continues, he has to struggle to contain the emotion leaking into his voice, "I didn't know that it was even possible, for somebody to be so kind. To be treated with so much regard. But the people here, who would do such things for you, are countless."