( cecil is hardly the type to question suspicious behavior. he takes it all in stride, nodding thoughtfully, as if both outbursts comprised one comment. )

Secrets make up the fabric of identity. Secrets are the shadows we all cast, following us as we walk through our everyday lives. Perhaps that makes secrets as mundane as the rest of our routine.

( but maybe he's talked too much; he tends to do that. )

Or— Or they could be an overwhelming force. I wouldn't know. I tend to not know anything, ever.