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[Perception, as had been the favorite saying of one of the few humans that had let Ben near to him before Manticore ruined his life again, is reality; on some level he knows he's not being fair. It's why he's not just completely ignoring Rhade now, why he hasn't tried to get up and leave.
But he doesn't know what to do with the rest of this, either. Instinct says lock it down and keep it, because it won't matter one way or another anyway, and others might use it against him; his heart says lay it all out, work on it together like a chess strategy. It's become easier to talk to the private filter on his journal, but it still feels so...
Precarious.]
I apologize for the part I played in what happened. I wasn't... [He trails off, shakes his head at himself and locks the uncertainty in his voice down to stoic confidence.] It was my own fault.
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