Dancing With The Enemy.

You know what I never understood? If you save a kitten from a tree, you're a hero? But you take some food from the store so you don't starve to death, and you're a criminal. And being a spy for someone is hard enough on it's own, but being a double agent is even worse. Especially when you're supposed to spy on your own team, your own family. And it's even worse when you have to choose between the family you have and the life you've always wanted. Of course in the end it doesn't matter when you've already screwed everything up. . . Everybody is always out for themselves. . .