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You ask why I am the way I am, then say my answer isn't good enough. You left me for them then, and now you come back and ask why I'm who I am? You said you would never do anything to hurt me and our friends, then you go and turn on us. You became one of them, you became the enemy. Why should I accept you back as one of us? Why would I dig my own grave like that? I'm not the trader here, you are. You used me. You became one of them. . .