He holds the cup in two hands, blowing off the steam idly. "Not looking for sorry. It doesn't do any good for me or the next guy. But think about it, Steven. Other inmates are in the same place. How are you going to deal with that? Someone who doesn't want this gift of life or doesn't need it? Someone actively resenting the system and this higher power demanding change or imprisonment? Learn a language with them? Skip down the hall to the library together?"

He takes a sip.

"They'll probably just kill you, it won't make a difference to them. They've already been declared guilty, what's one more on their conscience?"

There's a pause.

"I said I wasn't telling you to be miserable. But I am trying to scare you." He holds up a finger. "With honesty, but scare you nonetheless."

He glances up, just to check. Don't worry, no eye contact.

"Is it working?" He can do some illusions if needed, he loves those.