They absolutely do not deserve that, but they also have no ability to turn it away. Maybe it makes them greedy or weak or a terrible person, but they're just not capable of saying no to unconditional acceptance even knowing it's too good for them. So they say, small-voiced, "Okay." (Better. Handler. I hate you.)

And they also require their handkerchief. Their eyes are leaking again, but at least this time it's the normal kind, not the great awful sobs. Kind of hurts, like their eyes are tired of crying and the serum hasn't helped them recover yet. They uncurl enough to find their pocket and get the square of fabric out. "Probably still gonna apologize," they warn.