[...

When he speaks, his voice is slow, as if he's thinking over his words as he says them.]

... I want to trust you. And I'm... inclined to think you're telling the truth. [...] However, Clarke and Eleanor put their faith in me to—use what we found as I thought best, without me telling them anything, even though they had every right to suspect a stranger like me and demand it be decided as a group.

I can't afford to disappoint them.