There is no such thing as unlimited trust. At some point, all beings with free will can, and will, betray you when you're no longer pursuing the same goals.
EVE:bite me chillie boy
Shane? Thank God, somebody sane. Well, sane-ish.
THTL— too hot to live
Harte sent one of her revived men after him, and Pat sent him back in boxes.
And before you ask, no, you're not driving, Myrnin. I remember the last time." "That accident was not my fault." "You were the only one on the road, and the mailbox actually didn't leap out in front of you. No arguments. You sit in the back, too.