I need a bit more time before we're good. [Possibly harsh. Maybe not fair to this new Knives, but it was the truth and that seemed important.] I apparently don't have the same memories that you have and I need... time. [It was the easiest way to say: I still don't know how to completely forgive you for killing Rem, locking me away in a prison, experimenting on me to destroy a city, cutting off my arm, and generally making my life hell, but I still love you.] You've hurt nearly everyone and everything I've ever cared about. How am I suppose to trust that you're not about to do that again here?