I'm not putting words in your mouth, and I didn't mean it like that. I just feel like I've got to tell you everything. Don't know why, considering I never wanted to tell anyone anything before, and I was fine wandering about on my own. Well, I wasn't actually fine, but I could pretend like I was alright. Lots of denial. Still denying how the War happened, 'cause I can't deal with the truth.