I believe half of that was the reason. I learned she was a painting while both my friend and I were there. She tried to keep it a secret and she was willing to do what it took.

The other half...

[We're going a bit deeper, but for some reason...it's been easy to just spill it. Was it because it was getting harder to keep this all in? Absolutely. But now. Now he can share. It was like he was carrying a sack of potatoes on his shoulders for too long a time.]

She wanted to take my place.