"I can try, but it is a long time before I get paid. I deserve to live, father." Francis said unamused but trying to be nice. "Oh I do believe he turns his back on people for whatever reason. If he was there, he'd have saved 'em. Or not caused the illness in the first place." He shrugged and walked towards him as he turned out his pockets showing the only thing in them was a button that had fallen off of his shirt and he had no way to put it back on yet. "I won't hurt ya. I may have many issues, but I don't want to hurt anyone. Now, about that food?"