*touches his arm lightly* It’s not given to us to know the count of the living.
If I hadn’t been so naive… Jesus.
If you hadn’t believed people were good? If you hadn’t counted them by the weight of your own heart? If you hadn’t been someone who could trust?
…
More or less… As bad as that sounds.
It sounds like the kind of person the world needs more of. *tips head to the side, looking up at Tony* And now … you don’t let yourself trust at all? Everyone wants something of you, no one is simply good?