[ when they start talking about the Farm all of a sudden, Bigby lowers his own hands and therefore the knife as well. he can only manage a shrug of sorts before nodding. ]

Uh, yeah. Without context, I guess I can see why. [ but does he really want to go and explain the Farm to someone who doesn't care? no. will he? maybe. ] Where I'm from, the "farm" I'm talking about is more like a... [ prison. ] ... safe place. For friends in the city who couldn't pass off as humans.

Like a talking raccoon, for example.