I’m saying a lot now, but...the truth is, I’m not good at being honest. I think that...I’m only able to tell you about this is because I don’t know you.

Besides, I think...I’ve already said plenty.

[Excavating herself like this is cathartic, though. And very much so. She has to stop and wonder. Was it so easy because he’s a stranger? Or was it the fact that she saw he was struggling too? He must get this from a lot of people her age, but...there’s a bit of him that reminds him of her Father. But then, she could never be honest with him, either.]

I probably should have asked this earlier, but...Who are you, exactly...?