"Ambrose," the old man brings the mug over to him, "I understand you entirely. What those two scientists put you through is more horrible than I could have ever imagined. Believe me, I know suffering." He pulls up a chair next to Ambrose and sits down. "Still, I'd like you to try and trust me. You are a shifter and shifters are the most beautiful people this world has to offer. I'd never want any harm to come to them." He digs around in one of his pockets and pulls out a lemon sherbet lolly covered in a shiny wrapper. "My boy Harvey used to love these. I haven't been able to bear the sight of them since his death. As a sign of trust..." he pushes the lolly over to Ambrose. "I'd like you to have one."
Ambrose takes his mug, holding it gingerly in his hands. He then nods sadly. "They're not very nice people..." He shrugs. "I'll try, that's all I can promise..." He smiles a bit at the beautiful people comment, before nodding. "Thank you sir." He blinks slightly. "Oh wow, thank you sir..." He takes a closer look at the candy, before breaking down crying. He pushes it away a bit burying his face in his hands. No, not her. Don't even think about her you idiot! Stop it!