"No," he admits, worry settling into his expression. It sounds too much like his own situation; or what he believes his own situation to be. He can’t trust people he’s known for half his life, people he grew up alongside.

"People of my world have done the same. They spread lies, and they try to deceive others."

They try deceive me is what he really means, but what he refuses to say. That’s fine. It shows on his face.

"And others believe them without question."