[...Ah. Billy's hand tightens on his glass, and he ducks his head again, shaking it silently for a moment.]

Don't... don't make promises. Promises are what created the SRA. It created a war. It created that prison.

[One hundred promises. That's what he'd heard. One hundred ideas for a better future after Stamford. He knows what they were trying to do, that they thought it was for the best.

Maybe it's just easier when you've got nothing to hide.]

Don't make promises. Just... don't do it.