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[ She presses the heel of her hands into her eyes for a time, thinking. She wants to trust him. He's been a good friend. And she isn't so worried anymore that people will expect her to defend them if they know that she can. But... dammit, it's so hard to trust anymore. She hates feeling like this. ]

I don't know, Reeve. I just don't know.

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