[ He opens his mouth, closes it, because as much as he wants to object, he can at least tell that that isn't a lie. Whatever it is, whatever he's keeping from him, he can't bring himself to tell him.
He knows it won't do him much good, not stuck here where there's nothing he can do, but the not knowing is driving him crazy; he's out of his territory, away from what's left of his life, and he feels like he's more lost than he's ever been, drowning under the weight of everything. ]
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He knows it won't do him much good, not stuck here where there's nothing he can do, but the not knowing is driving him crazy; he's out of his territory, away from what's left of his life, and he feels like he's more lost than he's ever been, drowning under the weight of everything. ]
I'll find out eventually.