Sometimes the person you would take a bullet for is the one behind the trigger.
What is trust anymore?
You can’t trust even a best friend to stay faithful, yet the enemy remains true to destroying you. The monsters scare you consistently, yet a friend can’t go one day without telling the village the last time you didn’t eat.
What? What does it take to instill trust in each soul?
Trustworthiness, it being so rare in our days, is an archaic form of love. Our children cannot form a definition of the word, and it is a sad world we live in.
Do not conform, friends, to the world’s ways. Do not get lost in the ways of mortal man. Be true to your fellow man, be kind, be trustworthy.
Let the man next to you form a bond that none shall break, and be so kind that he shall never forget your face, nor your name.