[Riddick crosses his arms, unsure how to really take anything this guy says. He had to be one of the toughest guys to read that he'd met so far, at least that he could remember, and he wasn't completely comfortable with that. Still, it was better than the nothing he had, and though he'd gotten along with less before it would be kind of...nice to actually belong somewhere. Clean slate. Riddick hated feeling intimidated.]

So, if my motivation was to- [He pauses, unsure as to how to say this, hating that he felt so... That he felt like, for the first time, he wanted to be noble. Good.]

I dunno, I guess if my motivation was to help... [He cuts himself off, honestly not knowing how to even...form the words he wanted to say. He was never one for talk anyway. Screw it.]

What about giving people second chances, if they have the right motivations and just need to...sort things through?