He gained their hard earned respect. Respect fit for only for a deserving few. Those whom they know can stand strong amidst what fells the common man.

But deep down, he knows he is no better than them. How well he weaves his tale. The web of deception few can break free of. Yet they feed on his every word. Like it’s their only taste of salvation.

No, in fact, he is worse than them.

Perhaps they saw through him anyway.

Again I shall find no rest tonight.