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Elias sighed, propping his chin on a fist. "And that's what concerns me. Not that you enjoy it, but whether it's... truthful. If you'd come to this of your own will, it'd be different. I could believe you really wanted this. But since you were forced..." he trailed off, running his thumb over the material of his shirt. "You have to understand, it's not that I don't trust you. I just can't trust you that easily. I like living."
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