Hurt? Oh... no, not physically. I'd... I'd hear your thoughts. Your actual thoughts about me, and then no matter how good, how bittersweet, how loving or hurt they were? No matter what they were, I'd get paranoid. Almost terrified of being anywhere near you. I'd freak out, and ...

... [Cringe]

I don't want that, Max. I can already imagine the fake paranoia and what it would do. You don't deserve it, and neither of us needs it. Especially because I'm pretty sure the paranoia's all been fabrications in my head.