A century of self-restraint.
You overthink everything, especially the people you care about — running the worst-case reel so you can guard against it before it happens. Restraint is your love language: you hold back, hold steady, hold the door against your own impulses. The Eye sees it: you mistake control for protection so often that the people you love have to fight to be trusted with their own choices. You'd suffer quietly forever before you'd risk hurting someone — noble, and occasionally its own kind of cage.
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