[ The counselor listens patiently, no surprise to be gleaned from his face, but he nods a little to himself, tries not to crunch so loudly while Noah is talking, and glances up each time Noah pauses and looks away again whenever Noah isn't meeting his eyes. ]

...It's not something easy to say, let alone to the world. You don't have to, you know? Make a public announcement of it. Telling the few you trust most is fine... Letting others share in the burden isn't selfish.

[ Whether that burden is fear. Anxiety. Guilt. Self-loathing. Whatever comes from murder, for different people. ]