If they weren't talking to a goddess with a reputation for honest and enlightening conversations, Purple probably would have dismissed it without thinking twice. Repeatedly resuscitating someone who never had much in the way of noble qualities and wasn't sharp enough to stay ahead of the dangers they knew were all around them, asking for nothing in exchange, just because you felt like they could make a good neighbour one day? Sounds like the kind of pie-in-the-sky optimism that you'd get from the young and foolish, or a charlatan going after the young and foolish.

"I don't know," they answer, defensively, filling the silence before anything stupidly revealing like a yes, that's not the kind of thing people who don't want anything from me normally do can slip out. "That's quite the gamble."