[He chuckles a bit, grinning ruefully. It might be water under the bridge, but he's so used to carrying his mistakes with him. Reliving them again and again.]
it's...not even really about keepin' secrets. it's more...
[He folds his hands across his chest, thinking.]
it's...i dunno. safer. the more people know about me--even dumb stuff like...how i'm feeling, or things i like. each thing someone could know feels like an arrow in a quiver.
[A knife in a pocket.]
i just--s' hard for me to trust all the way. or maybe that's just an excuse. maybe it's...just that i can't understand why anyone would...
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it's...not even really about keepin' secrets. it's more...
[He folds his hands across his chest, thinking.]
it's...i dunno. safer. the more people know about me--even dumb stuff like...how i'm feeling, or things i like. each thing someone could know feels like an arrow in a quiver.
[A knife in a pocket.]
i just--s' hard for me to trust all the way. or maybe that's just an excuse. maybe it's...just that i can't understand why anyone would...
[...]
care.