[ His fingers move to tap on the edge of the table. ]

I―ah. Maybe, but y'still deserve somethin'.

[ Looking straight back into her eyes―now, without a semblance of guilt or uncertainty―Madison's mouth shifts, thoughtful. All of this feels like an out-of-body experience; he should feel complete devastation, rather than the cool disconnection setting under his eyelids, his mind. ]

I guess I'll just be livin' like I was the moment a'fore I was plucked here. Back home, 'cuz―nothin' has changed.

[ A shrug, then vaguely: ]

Everythin's back t'normal. And. I'll live here, so. Y'know.