Secrets.
We all have them, all hide them. Sometimes they're obvious, there to remind others that they don't know everything, can't know everything. Like a mysterious group of people in a unique SUV, explaining only with "Special Ops"; or a hand in a jar.
Usually though, secrets are hidden, quiet, protected. Like the glances Tosh slides Owen. Like the emotions teeming behind Ianto's placid exterior.
Some have more secrets than others, and the reasons for those secrets can be many. They protect and destroy. Tear down some relationships, forge others. Only a secret could bring together a group of five random strangers, people whose ordinary lives would never put them within the other's radar, and force them to rely on each other.
Reliance: see also Trust.
Trust. The balance to a secret kept and held. Trust in a person, an organisation, a society. A fragile concept, as fragile as the foundations it is built on. A very human concept, and as tenuous as humans themselves.
Try explaining trust to a Weevil.
Secrets are the destroyer of trust; trust the exposer of secrets. Where is the balance struck; how do you find the balance.
TORCHWOOD 3: five people bound by a trust full of secrets.
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