[he really isn't one to catch small subtleties, but the significance of "keep it to yourself" isn't lost on even him]
...
Who can we trust? I don't know what to think and what to do. Tony seemed so friendly, but what do we really know about her? And she, here-- [nods down at Pidge]-- did she really kill her with a cold heart? Or was she scared? Did she feel as if she had no other way?
A-and it's the same for Roma - I was so angry at him before, and now I don't know what I should think. It is like you said: we cannot look into other people's heads.
uhn
...
Who can we trust? I don't know what to think and what to do. Tony seemed so friendly, but what do we really know about her? And she, here-- [nods down at Pidge]-- did she really kill her with a cold heart? Or was she scared? Did she feel as if she had no other way?
A-and it's the same for Roma - I was so angry at him before, and now I don't know what I should think. It is like you said: we cannot look into other people's heads.
[rubs his forehead]
If everybody can lie...
[suddenly thinks of his new fiancée - he was glad Maria didn't inquire about her again; surely nobody would understand why they became a couple in an instant, but now he is beginning to second-guess that development himself]
...
And... if even the ones who want only the best get too sad and scared...
[thinks of the dead boy who challenged Yuri, and of the small, frail one who despaired at Pidge at the trial]
How can we stop more people from killing and dying? I feel like I cannot do anything.