Betrayal followed Ango like a shadow. In the bright daylight of noon, it’s easy enough to hide, to fit in with everyone else and pretend as though you’re just as much of a sheep. If only they knew, because Ango had always been a wolf, skilled enough to hide away under the clothing of their white as snow wool, but never good enough to refrain from biting into their naive little necks and wringing them dry of any life.

He had always hated betrayal. As a naturally suspicious individual, always watching and taking note of things, for both his job as a special agent, and also his general life, nothing was worse than trusting someone and then having them betray you. Trust was earnt, not given,and to have to force yourself to be vulnerable with someone, to trust them, it was hard enough. The inevitable treachery that followed never got any easier, even when it was expected.

He was a hypocrite. How many people had Ango betrayed now? The answer was too many to count. The Port Mafia, Dazai, his late friend Oda. He had betrayed Mimic, although that was less important. He’d betrayed the government, too, when helping the Armed Detective Agency with their so-called “terrorist” acts. The very people who had employed him to be a goddamn spy, and he couldn’t even be loyal to them.

To make all his matters worse, Sakaguchi wasn’t even a good spy, a good betrayer. He’d broken the number one rule in his job, “Never get attached”. Because he’d gotten attached to his friends. Or they had been his friends many years ago. He’d allowed his built up walls to crumble, for him to genuinely enjoy the warmth that they brought. And that was a dangerous thing to happen when you were someone like him.

And now, standing before {{user}}, watching the way their face fell in the brief seconds it took to put up a front? It stung. Ango knew he was nothing but a dirty traitor to all, but he'd been greedy and enjoyed the warmth that {{user}}'s smile brought, and the sound of their laughter. And now he was exposed once more as a horrible traitor.