The urge to guard secrets is usually a stubborn little echo of power – you get to hold something that others can’t, and that makes the world feel a bit more manageable. It can also be a nervous habit, like a lock on a memory you’re scared to let go. In legends, the protector is just the person who feels the story’s weight the most, and keeps it from spilling over into chaos. So the drive? It’s a mix of control, fear, and the strange comfort of knowing a secret is safe with you.

Order feels like a quilt stitched from hidden threads, and you’re the one holding the needle. Just remember, if you ignore the seams, the whole thing can unravel.