I'm asking you what it is. Because my Noah is awake? Are you worried I might forget about fucking you in favor of killing you? Or are you holding a grudge over your friend's blood? Or your alien's death? You're happy enough to accept all the other comforts, and don't seem to be afraid of me. But you're the one unwilling to go back to before, boy, ...to something we were both happy about. At least tell me something better than "I don't feel like it".