Tell me about your despair.
Trust me with your secret humiliations,
So that I know I am trustworthy.
Give me the amulet of protection that,
Only the closest Bond owns.
Make me a friend.
And I will promise you,
Truth, steadfast loyalty and laughter.
It is nothing.
These ribs spread wide,
Scalpel sliced through layers of skin,
Your reserve will not act as armor.
Not from death or ruined reputation,