[Dean doesn't know what to do with honest sincerity, not anymore. He used to be able to win people over with conviction, to protect them with it, he used to be able to make people want to trust him. Now he expects it's something more akin to putting the bet on the dog in the fight with the most scars and the most mean.

And he certainly doesn't know what to do with all that unfounded optimism.]

Well at least that's on the table.

Let me be a little more clear: I want to know why you're here. The real reason. You know more about me than anyone left alive, and I've got fuckall. What's helping me - whatever the hell you think that's going to do - worth to you?