[So deep in his cups that melancholy descends upon Messmer more easily than usual, as well as those lengthened S's (which he does find cute, but now's not the time to remark on that.) It twinges at his heart.

He'll feel the gentle touch of Verso, who places a hand on his arm.]

Messmer, do you really think you'd feel this way if you were heartless? If you were not a gentle soul at your core?

[He's seen it; he doesn't need further convincing that Messmer is one of the most empathetic peope here, and thus his past harms him deeply. Hollows him out until he's numb.]

Your heart needs healing. But even so, I know it is capable of so much more than just greed. If you can't trust yourself to believe that, at least trust me.