My life has been one betrayal after another.  First, I was sent to Deathrow after I requested my retirement from a life of servitude to Zeus.  Then I accepted my spot next to Zeus as his soldier once more, I killed for him again.  I defended him and Arcadia from the Uprising led by the woman who now stands by Ares’ side as Zeus clings to life.  Because irony of ironies after protecting him from Hera’s insurrection he embraced the bitch once more.   

I then found myself in a situation where I did the right thing, rescuing Hera from a black wedding at the hands of Tombstone.  After, discovering my daughter once thought a victim of Jasper Redgrave was still alive hidden by my best friend and mentor, George Cade but I got my fucking back broken for defending Hera and endured her taunting me. 

Each of them had the same thing in common for their treachery.  They all got a taste of silver, Hera ultimately had me beaten into the ground and stole my Championship from me.  Zeus got to take advantage of my loyalty.  While Ares got to lighten his fucking workload while I was fighting Zeus’s battles for him.  George got to live his life, raise his little nuclear family, and benefit from raising his sons. 

For them, it was all good while it lasted, but they knew right where to put the knife when the time came.  Just like Judas, they’ve all been paid for their betrayal. 

Which leads me to the new icy-cold dagger in my back.  Reverend Graves, do you know why it’s there?  You preach the word of Jesus.  However, why do I feel you’re more likely to have seen the man mounted to the cross than help him preach his word? 

After how much shit you got into with Nero about your church’s funds I shouldn’t be surprised that the Preservationists’ thirty pieces of silver were enough to turn your head. 

But what every one of those people never thought of, there’s always an additional price to betrayal.  Zeus is in a hospital bed clinging to life, Ares has to watch his friend suffer while cleaning up his mess, Narcissa is in another war she wishes she could put behind her, and George is working with the man he now has to look at with guilt in his eyes for the lie he told everyday. 

Graves, what goes around, comes around, and there is always a price you pay beyond the deed they’re called… consequences. 

Look me in the eyes, Ezekiel, I am those consequences.  The consequences of your betrayal, because the whole of Arcadia knows a man of the cloth is nothing to me.  One shot, one kill… consequences, the last thing many men have ever seen.  A ghost seeking out everyone who’s wronged him and when the moment comes remember… I am Nobody and I will leave no body.