If you make a habbit of not stabbing me in the back and building a super strong robot arm to throw my body through the floor, ill stop being bitter and cynical about it.
I know this is alien to you, but some of us have memory and object permanence, so decades of unceasing and often spectacular betrayal aren't instantly forgotten.
Your redemptove acts must be as loud as your sins, and this.... Could in theory be a start, but im excited to see how they'll shit the bed and rape me in it.