"I don't know what I want," he said, sounding very hopeless. "I just---I know I don't want to be the way I am now. I hate being afraid all the time, I hate not being able to trust people. I just don't know how to be any different." He took a steadying breath. "I want to be able to trust you. But I can't. I don't have to trust you, not yet. I know I could defeat you if I had to, so... Okay. I'll try to go along with your plan, I suppose." His lips twisted. "Not that I think it's a terribly good plan, mind you." He snorted a little. "Not that I have any better ideas right now. Thinking for myself has always been...discouraged, to say the least."