[Well, they're not wrong, and he dips his head down to acknowledge it with a soft hum.]

...Humor me, then. Please. [Because he knows this situation is extremely unlikely, if not impossible.] If, after tomorrow, there isn't a single person who spills another's blood--if every single one of us merely "indulged" in softer ways from then on, what would happen? Would we all receive our gifts and be free to leave?