Metaphor is awkward, but emotion, by its nature, leaves you no more scalable approach.
Your lies didn't stop me loving you; your truth hasn't stopped me either.
Haven't you always been more than yourself? Haven't we all? We are none of us just one thing.
The truth may not be told. Here is an acceptable lie.
My own survival required me to counterbalance interesting with invisible.
And I realized a wondrous truth: that knowledge could be our treasure, that there were things humankind knew that we did not, that our conquest need not comprise taking and killing, but could consist of our mutual conquest of ignorance and distrust.