It was mine. I kept secrets when I should have asked for help, and it put me into a position where I thought I had no choice but to kill him, and he wasn't sure enough I didn't want to to take the risk of letting me know he had a plan to fake his death.
We each wound up thinking the other didn't really care about us, when the truth was just that my inability to trust him made it seem too risky for him to trust me.
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We each wound up thinking the other didn't really care about us, when the truth was just that my inability to trust him made it seem too risky for him to trust me.