[He lets out a breath as he drops his arms. He's not fooling himself into thinking he's out of the woods yet... But taking those words back would make him seem insincere.]

...I don't know. If I let myself think about it...I can't. [Trying to analyze his own reactions to things makes him wonder too much, about who he is. Who he was. Plus it's exhausting having to be one guard against himself all the time, and there's a certain threshold past where he just has to let himself be.]

...I meant what I said. ...But maybe that's just something I try to convince myself of.