"I didn't do it to make you feel bad!" Oh boy, this is going downhill fast. "I don't want you to grow up like me, okay? So I'm a moron. Prove me wrong by never being as dumb as me, and you'll never have to use this." He wipes the knife off on a handkerchief, and hands it back to her, sheathed.

"I've got my shots," he adds, shaking his head and cleaning off his arm.