But you don't deny that it is true. I wonder if you once had the ideals your friend does. Truth! Justice! How charming. Ideals can be torn down, though, blown away like dust from a lens. Injustice and disappointment often knock them over, and reveal them for the paper they are made from. Betrayal, too. Someone trusted and beloved who turns their back when most needed. Reality falling short of vision. You no longer subscribe to the same list of priorities your friend does, but that friendship was formed somewhere, sometime, where you saw a common ground. And how protective he is of you, from words on a page! Are you fragile, Mister Barnes? Does your center hold quite well, or does it teeter like a top when brushed with an errant finger? You are out of kilter. I imagine your friend fears the push that knocks your morals flat.