"No. I didn't." Thomas took up the water and took a sip. Cold water tasted so much better than warm water. He didn't know why. The base structure of it didn't change until you got very hot or very cold. And then it just turned into something else. There should be no reason for cold water to be better, and yet it was.
"I came here because you may be the only one who can properly help me figure something out. In my situation. With my situation." He paused to think. "I have given so much to people, and yet they question me. They get angry with me. They all demand to know the same thing, but when I tell them, they just want to verbally abuse me. I have done nothing to deserve that."
He paused again. "No. Okay. Maybe I have done one or two things to deserve that. But not more than what I knew people could handle. And I have given so much more than I have tested. I give and I give and I give. Everything is for those who come here. I make sure that they have a place to stay, food in their mouths. Work if they want it. Yet I have only met one or two who have been kind. What do I do to make it clear to everybody what I have done for them? I need people to understand."