"How could you do this to me?" Kyle says, his grip on his club tightening. If it weren't so dark out already, you'd be able to see his knuckles turning white. "I trusted you, and you— you do this. I should've known better than to count on you."

To say Kyle feels betrayed would be an understatement. It'd be one thing if you had just stolen the Stick of Truth and kept it for yourself. But it's different now that he's discovered you took it and switched sides. You're working for Cartman, his sworn enemy. Devils that you know raise worse hell than a stranger, he supposes.