Phone;

[ Occasionally the burden of keeping secrets is almost too much. There's a part of him that nags at his mind, begging him to just spill his heart out-to tell the next available person the horrible situation he somehow had managed to land himself in-to tell them everything about the black organization, about how it was like a black hole, destroying everything in its path. ]

[ But he can't. And it's a fact he's been well aware of for some time, so even if it feels like it's literally killing him, he has to continue to lie and play the part of the child that liked to play detective in order to keep everyone safe. ]

...it's not that I don't trust you. [ And it's not. It's just because he can't stand the thought of anyone getting hurt for his sake, especially when the whole mess was his fault to begin with. ]