Et tu, Brute? My dearest companion, always keeping me safe and sound. The warmth of your protection always prevailed amongst me, and the heart jumps at the first sight of your presence. How could you betray me? Years of friendship gone with the wind, and for what? The greater virtue of Rome, what virtue can blind you from the truth. Even if my confidence had me deviate from sanity. Would it suffice to do so? To stab me at the same back you used to have.
O naïvety, thou art to blame for making me so fool and vulnerable, and hereby I go into the eternal void of death.
Loquacious Affectations 