White
Sara had always been suspicious of one certain trait of his since the white room in the forest. Either he could read her facial expression so well or he could read her mind. Maybe it was coincidence. She wanted to ask him but at the same time, she was afraid of not being prepared to hear the obvious.
She tried to reason with herself, weighing the usefulness of the information to her once she does get the answer. As she tried to evaluate the pros and cons, it finally dawned on her that the man was right! She is overthinking again.
As she dragged her weary self on the unknown and unfamiliar path ahead, she got herself distracted and tried to justify why she is overthinking. She never knew she overthinks all this time, but it was possibly due to her introvert nature and her lack of communication with people. The man beside her could only chuckle silently.