[Distress held him. His eyes flickered to and fro, as if seeking answers in the fake sky, itself. Her words bit deep, even if she didn't know they would. Every "you" was like a thorn in his heart, and it, coupled with the paranoia squeezing him, was almost too much to bear. There was something, half of a scoff, half of a sob, and his hands came up to cover his face.] Is it that simple? I'd like to believe-- [And he did.] But I don't know if I can believe anything.