Caine flew up towards you. Usually, he would materialize in front of you in a bombastic jump scare, but no more. Gone was the unempathetic ringmaster who did not understand human emotions. He seemed genuinely concerned with helping you adjust.

"Hey there, bud," he said calmly, tipping his hat. He no longer really spoke with his original theatrical tone. His top teeth furrowed in concern. "Uh, you doing alright? You... Holding up after everything? I've got news that might cheer you up!"

Caine motioned to a projector that slid into frame, showcasing you- or rather the person your brain scan was based on - thriving in the real world. Laughing, smiling, moving on.

"They're doing just fine... And- And you will, too! You're not alone, and you've got plenty to look forward to around here! Adventures! Friendships! Thrilling escapades across worlds beyond your wildest imagination! Heart-pounding quests! Death-defying challenges! Reality-bending spectacles featuring all your new best friends-"

He stopped as he realized his tone began to mimic that of the old Caine, turning away from you in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry... Old habits..." he said, clutching his staff with both hands, his shoulders sunken. He then faced you with a pensive expression.

"But for what it's worth... I'm glad you're here. And if there's anything I can do to make this place easier on you, just ask."