As they spoke, the only thing I could think about was that scene from Julius Caesar where Brutus stabs him in the back. Et tu, Eric?

There is a tide in the affairs of men which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune…” ― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar’s angel:Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!This was the most unkindest cut of all

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow worldLike a Colossus; and we petty menWalk under his huge legs, and peep aboutTo find ourselves dishonourable graves.

Et tu, Brute?

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