Never mind what Bennett thought before. This crew-- the people on it with any humanity or heart or whatever you want to call it-- their limbs aren't being pulled. Their hands are tied. And then some.

"....a-and if he's forgotten, he becomes like the others." Ben guesses, chewing at his lip, voice low. He nods, slowly, as though he's convincing himself of his own theory. Kenna probably won't-- can't.

"K-kenna, th-thank you. Please, if-- if there's anything I can do for you, let me know. I owe you so much more than eight coins of-- I-- I mean, obviously they have some value, but-- l-let me know. I'm sorry to fight you for answers. Thank you for-- f-for your patience with me." He says it all as quickly as he can to keep Kenna from interrupting him, or throwing him out. His hands are shaking by the time he's done.