Betrayal et tu Brutus? Was a wound ever so deep? "Ista quidem vis est!" But the damage was done. Faster than the bullet from a gun love, trust and camaraderie condemned never to rise again. On the tree of misguided self-righteousness a single groan signaled the end no more words uttered. Let us mourn what was that is no more. What could have been now stunted within the sin of betrayal. Now I must shed this skin of innocence spun in deceit. Now to get the salt and pepper not to kill you - but to find something new something that is true...