[ You hit the nail on the head, Carlisle. And what he actually said isn't wrong, either. Qubit starts to relax somewhat, inwardly grateful for the validation. It's a legitimate fear; he's lost enough of his mind as it is.

But it's got him thinking. It's true, he doesn't have much reason to trust Carlisle. He's known the man for less than half an hour, from his perspective. As a person, he doesn't know the first thing about him. And the power at his disposal is terrifying.

Even so... ]

... Well, I'm not sure reason has much to do with that.

[ Which probably sounds weird, coming from him. Even Qubit himself seems a little perplexed. Reason is the only way he knows how to make sense of the world. His sole emotional refuge has been mathematics - the knowledge that there exist well-defined systems where everything fits neatly together. Yet he's basing his trust on a gut feeling? On intuition?

He takes a seat on the bed again, pressing his fingertips together in that way he does. He's just gonna think out loud for a second. ]

... Logically speaking, if you wanted to harm me, you've had ample opportunity. But you're trying to help, and you've been nothing but patient with me. Frankly, I have equally little reason not to trust you.

And... I'd rather trust you.