His eyes widened, the darkness in them clearing for a moment. In Dale, he saw hope. Naive, but still there. A hope that he knew that he was abusing in the end. For a good cause, maybe. "You're one of a kind, Dale. Most people around here would take a gift like that without question... but I see something different in you." [i]Here's to hoping I'm right.[/i] "I'll be seeing you, Dale. Hopefully with a Militia patch on your shoulder." [spoiler]End?[/spoiler]