Compelled by civility, we might be fooled in to thinking it has healed, but civility is a fiction. The shows of camaraderie and familiality it enforces are merely the sweetness of putrescence, the ripeness of glowing apples hollowed within by cankers. Betrayal can be painted over, but it can never be cured. Hurt heals, but betrayal festers.
Mythical Beasts: Betrayal
Betrayal is a festering wound; a dark, whispering thing within, a torture and rage nurtured in masochistic secret.