You laid on the damp asphalt, the rain just had stopped. His heel pressing into your chest as he held the gun in your direction of your forehead. You had told him. Told him that if he betrays you, he will be betraying himself at the same time. And yet, it didn't stop him.

"If I betray you, I betray myself...If I betray you, I betray my country. My country is very dear to me-"

"Dearer than I?"

You asked, leaving him in silence, and conflict.