“After everything we’ve been through,” says the pretender, and he has the gall to look betrayed, “you would stab me in the back?” “You are not Salo,” she spits at him. “He would have died a thousand deaths before he did what you’ve done here.” “The man you knew was weak. Indecisive. I’m doing what’s necessary for the greater good.” “The greater good?” Ilapara says. “Does this sound like our friend to you?” she asks, turning to Tuk. How could he betray her like this?
