Knife grabs Salt's shoulder and turns him to face him. "For fucks sake get a hold of yourself Salt! Yes, your relationships tend to go up in flames, but that's no reason to give up on all human contact and become a bloody hermit! I mean, if every person who ever failed at something just up and went 'Fuck it, I'm out' then where would we be? Nowhere, that's where. Faliure, and the ability to learn from and rise above our faliures, to never give up is what is part of what makes us human, without it, we're no better than lemmings." Knife sighs, and drops his arm to his side. "Come on man, don't give up all of his," He guestures around, "Over a few shithouse experiances, you have some great friends here, and we'll stick by you no matter what."