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James was a good man. He was so reliable and strong that you felt confident in yourself when he was nearby. I'm very sad that we aren't as close friends as before. My distrust probably applies to everyone now. He’s given me no reason for it, but my persecution complex manages to find suspicious details everywhere - in every phrase and look. As they say: just because you’re paranoid doesn't mean they aren’t after you. And it seems to me that his sincere desire to help and to uncover the Inner Circle is hiding something else. Someone else, to be precise. Someone at the top of the I.I.D. is digging around for the Inner Circle. Though I wish to hold all my “colleagues” to account, the presence of one more piece on the chessboard frightens me. That's why I don’t trust James.