I don't, no. But that is what I'm supposed to say, isn't it. That I wouldn't suffer it or that I would never believe it.

[But despite it all, there were moments in time when he felt all too human. Too raw and too emotional, when the careful lies he told himself unraveled and allowed him to the truth of what he was.

He snorts, taking another sip but bracing himself for the aftertaste.]

Didn't we all believe a lie when we agreed to this?