The core of this bad apple's none too sweet, neither. [And the look he gives her does indeed push the matter - drop it. Her words are kind, they come from the heart, but Guzma's not one to believe simple words, no matter how well they may be dressed. He can agree with some things - he did well by his little brothers and sisters, sure...but his methods were still pretty terrible. Things aren't as simple as black and white with Team Skull.]

Tch...well, least one of us thinks that. [That's as much of a 'thank you' as she's going to get, and Guzma shifts again so she's more comfortable. He gives a brief look over his shoulder, still half expecting to see the witch following them, but...nothing. Thank god.] Anyway, I got a favor t'ask you.

When you wake up, kiddo, you come back to the house, yeah? Or call me on them rock doohickeys. I'll try'n wait for you there, or come get'cha. Don't forget, a'ight? [He's quite serious about that, kiddo. Don't let this just be a dream. He's seen too many specters of the past, and he...he's starting to realize being alone like this isn't as cut out as he thought it may be.]