[Is it really that simple for him? Not wanting to hate them, and so...he doesn't?]
[That's the hardest thing about this, this unadorned honesty, this complete openness and unwanted truth spilling freely from everyone's opened mouths and opened hands. The hardest thing is knowing everyone means exactly what they say. There's no hiding from it, covering yourself in a shroud of an excuse that it must be a lie, that it must be.]
[Because they all mean it.]
[And he means it too. He just doesn't want to hurt them. He doesn't want to hurt anyone, no matter how much they might have hurt him in turn. And they don't - ]
[How are they supposed to handle that?]
[The words waver somewhere between a plea and a challenge when they speak again, wobblingly:]
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[That's the hardest thing about this, this unadorned honesty, this complete openness and unwanted truth spilling freely from everyone's opened mouths and opened hands. The hardest thing is knowing everyone means exactly what they say. There's no hiding from it, covering yourself in a shroud of an excuse that it must be a lie, that it must be.]
[Because they all mean it.]
[And he means it too. He just doesn't want to hurt them. He doesn't want to hurt anyone, no matter how much they might have hurt him in turn. And they don't - ]
[How are they supposed to handle that?]
[The words waver somewhere between a plea and a challenge when they speak again, wobblingly:]
Can you really just choose? Not to hate someone?