A man with nothing that he loves… is a man who cannot be bargained. A man that cannot be betrayed. A man who answers to no one… but himself.
I’m the revealer of masks. When I appear, friend becomes foe. And the one that you love becomes the one that you hate. What am I?[Betrayal.]
Forgiveness is too great and difficult for one person. It requires two: the betrayer and the betrayed.
I can sneak up on you or be right in front of you without you even knowing. But when I reveal myself, you will never be the same. What am I?[Betrayal.]
When you are what I am, you don’t feel things the way normal humans do. An emotion is like a flavor in my mouth. I can taste it. Joy tastes like strawberries. Hate is like ice chips in a martini. And love is… rosewater. I enjoy them all except for one. Betrayal. That has the taste of the char on a piece of burnt meat.
Betrayal doesn’t depend on how or how much you love someone. It depends on the magnitude of the dilemma before you.[La traición no depende de cuánto amas a alguien y de cómo. Depende de la magnitud del dilema que te pongan delante.]
What do you do when someone has betrayed you? Normally I’d go straight to punishment, fire, brimstone, public humiliation via YouTube.[to Linda]