[He does not go very far, but he does skitter fastly away from the chair and Owner. He keeps his back turned for a long few moments before he finally looks apprehensively over one shoulder.]
Sometimes secrets are better left as secrets. That's why they're secrets.
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He fidgets slightly with the crutch.]
No... not necessarily. Scientific progress has more downs than ups usually. But... I do enjoy my career, so... I just assumed.
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[ sorry. he does not stop leaning towards him. ]
But some things are more than just for enjoyment, no matter how pointless it may seem to others.
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I'm not... sure I understand what you're trying to say here.
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[ sorry. he doesn't believe in personal space. ]
In general, secrets are powerful things. The entire course of someone's life can be changed because of one, after all.
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[PLEASE SOMEONE CURSE THIS MAN TO KNOW PERSONAL SPACE.
He is VERY ......................... at the last part.]
I-I know.
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You didn't happen to kill your assistant, did you?
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[For a long moment, he forgets to breathe. And then very suddenly, he shifts the crutch and tries to nudge his way into standing.]
Sorry, I--I need some air.
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Oh! Of course, it is a little stuffy in here. Some exercise might be nice, right?
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Sometimes secrets are better left as secrets. That's why they're secrets.
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[ he waves. ]
But don't worry. I'll keep it safe.
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I never confessed to anything. I just don't feel very well. Sorry.
[THE WAY HE NYOOMS AWAY SO FASTLY BEFORE OWNER CAN KEEP LOOKING AT HIM.]