Spider in a shoebox.

Is it worth it now, little spider? Alone in your shoebox, is it worth it now? You’ve abandoned your only friend, turned against him - sold him to the highest bidder. Your first companion, who sought you out, befriended you when no one else would, allowed you a place in his home as if you were his brother. And you let him them carry him away.

And for what? For the sake of your own ego, the sake of your own foolish pride, a bitter rivalry that will end in only loss and solitude. You dare not defend him, even when you knew they were wrong, you dare not act against their lies; instead you sought only to enhance their veil of deceit, to increase your own status, your own wealth. Betrayed the only one who even considered you, stabbed him in the back, knifed him in the neck, kicked him in the teeth - just to be in the company of those wretched snobs. He offered you a chance, granted you the gift of his companionship, gave you a place you could go - and you betrayed him. What do you think about, when you sit there quietly, alone, in your cold shoebox? What do you think about? Do his screams, as he was dragged off into the night, still echo in your mind? His gaunt face and his wide eyes filled with disgust, do they still haunt your nightmares?

You took my kindness for weakness, and for this you will pay. I will crush you like the bug that you are.