| Pros | Cons |
| I am so lonely. | It is safer to be alone. |
| Maybe I can stop being lonely. | It is all that I have ever known. |
| I feel like I am standing behind a veil of thin gauze. I can reach out and touch it, but I can never push fully through it. | You might try to hurt me. |
| You are approaching with a knife. | You might hurt me even if you do not try. |
| Maybe you will use it to hurt me, but I do not believe that you will. | I might hurt you. |
| A knife can cut the bonds that trap us just as easily as it can be used as a weapon. | I am terrified of hurting you. |
| I think that I trust you. | More than I am scared of being hurt, I am scared that there is something wrong with me. |
| I trust you. | Something creeping and festering that is part of who I am. Something intrinsic to my soul. |
| You stab the knife through and pull it down and the fabric tears. The fibers of it are strong, and they warp before they break, until the whole weave of the cloth has been so distorted that it could never be returned to its original state. | What if my fears come true? |
| You step through the rift. | Will you still care for me if you see the twisted truth of how I operate? |
| I trust you. | |