Thanks, Agent. I owe you one. Hope we get a chance to work together soon.
You know that I can repair you, make you physically whole again. I can see the knowledge in your mind. And yet, you refuse to ask it of me. Why? When does your penance end?
If you were just to give me the chance, I could make you happier than anyone has ever made you!
Who am I? That, my dear, is an excellent question. Though not one easily answered.