Should he doubt him? Be afraid of him? Should he take the onus of diving into his heart to rip through whatever may be hidden there, implanted externally to convince him to trust cold, calculating machines?

...His presence is nothing like Keith Anyan's, though. And leaping to such an extreme is embracing the kind of fear that would lead him to ruin.

Even as Finn offers assurance, Blue's brow is knit with the unspoken struggle of these thoughts.

A gentle throb in his head bids him to lift a hand to his temple, closing his eye.

I can't...feel deceit in your words...so I know you speak the truth that you know it. And I want to believe you, but...

How can he do that so easily?