[She thinks she has it all figured out, apparently. That's not an uncommon trait in a teenager, he's found—especially for one who's been granted abilities greater than her peers. Her experiences have also given her a sense that she knows better than others her age, that she's somehow smarter, or her priorities are more important—she's admitted as much already.

Zekarion shakes his head. He remains where he stands as he unfolds his arms, but there's a sense that he considers her reaction regrettable in his demeanor.]

You don't have as much figured out as you believe.

[He was this confident, once. It ended poorly.]

You know nothing about me or my motivations. Even if I were to tell you, you have no way of verifying what I tell you is real. If all of what you've said is true, you should already know that the sorts of people willing to enforce a system like this will do anything to make certain it remains as is. I imagine what you've told me is more than enough to condemn you and anyone you've been seen with.

[Even if he didn't have his own motivations, he has no intention of playing the game by her rules. He's been reading these kinds of boards for as long as she's been alive.]

I don't need your trust. I'm warning you so that you might avoid getting yourself killed.