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Secrets you don't want to give.  Her answer was immediate.  She heard the hesitation in him, and she didn't know if this would make him pause in revealing to her.  So she had one more trick in her arsenal.  But don't worry.  No one else will know; secrets have no worth when they are no longer secret.  And any secret he shared would obviously need to have worth to appease the fates.

All she needed was something.  She did not want to give him his fortune before, though she began to formulate an image of what it might contain.  Words of his brother; his insecurity, his future, his mother.  A claim?  Maybe, if she could reason it.  She didn't like to make it up completely.  She liked to base it off of sensed things, something real behind the fabrication.