If Sybil had met me a few years ago, she might not think that. I was nothing but ranting, raw emotion. Some of that was still there, and I had to keep it at bay. That's why I didn't show it, because what was there wasn't safe to show.

"I... would like to be friends."

I shouldn't, it wasn't safe for her, but if I told her no... well, maybe this place would be better. Safer.