[Riddick nods, his fingers tapping out a short, quiet rhythm on the big table next to him. He's been told that over and again by Jack but he hadn't quite been able to accept the fact until Wynn confirmed it. Something in the way the other man explained it, the hidden something behind his words confirmed it more than anything Jack had said to him. Normally having what he wanted to effectively blocked from him would've pissed him off. Now, inexplicably, it seemed to make him sad. Not something he was used to dealing with.]

Jack also mentioned that not only has this happened to others but that this organization helps to...re-orientate people on how to get along. In this world, that is. [Though it pains Riddick to seem at all...needy or like he is asking a question, there is still a hint of it in how blase he tries to sound.]

What're the qualifications for that, exactly? [If it was having a clean slate then he was definitely shit outta luck.]