Of course, I keep secrets. Everybody does. It's called survival. The trick is keeping track of which secrets are which, and what lies go with them...and who helped you with which lie. Then there's the secrets you know nothing about, that you're not even a part of... that are eventually going to show up and bite you in the ass. And then what you do about the person who shares your secrets, but no longer shares your life? I've got enough secrets. I have a hard enough time with the secrets I already have.
Some secrets need to stay buried.
They mistook my brain. They thought they knew what they receive. But they were wrong. I do not know. I do not know what happens then but what if you hurt me, I'll do worse.
— How many others know?
— Including us? Eight.
— Well, then it's not a secret anymore. It's information. If a handful of people know now, hundreds will know soon.