I didn't bring you here, y'know.
You think I'm a trafficker. We're in the middle of nowhere — there's nowhere for me to ship you to. You think I'm a recruiter — there's no one to send you to war against. You think I'm some pervert — you were out cold for a while and could have bound and gagged you ages ago.
Even if you don't trust me, there's nothing I can do to you anyway.
-Stands uneasily, using the couch as support. He looks like a good strong wind would blow him over-
But, since you don't trust me anyway, we'll make a deal.
-Draws a knife — and spins it around, offering him the handle-
I don't know. Sometimes I forget. Sometimes I forget how many people know me and want me to be happy. Sometimes I'm so sad and angry that I don't care. I don't like it when I'm like that.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Lets her go after a bit-
Um, if I'm going to remember, that means that you're not allowed to forget either. Because you have lots of friends too. Like me.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Good.
...
I'm a little hungry. Do you want to go back inside?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She makes a pair of god-awful sandwiches-
-More mayo that god damn bread-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Why wouldn't people miss you?