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The acrid taste of betrayal is on his tongue and he knows something is wrong--knows it in his fact cluttered mind but also in his heart, so strongly that it could be his religion rather than just a desperate thought in an even more desperate moment. There is something wrong, something terribly and inexplicably wrong, and he? He's about to make it that much worse. "How could you?" he breathes, and his voice sounds choked in his ears. "How could you do this to me?" "You betrayed me," comes the simple answer, the voice that delivers it unwavering. "This is what happens to people who betray me." He knows without a doubt that he is going to die