Yes, it's rape and gang rape at that - a vile act in real life, no doubt - but the victim is taught a valuable lesson about the people he keeps around him and about himself, as well. His "friends" left him there. He was willing to submit to such unspeakable acts to protect them. Yet, they lacked the courage to step in to protect him or even drag him away when everything was over. Was it guilt that drove them away or was it revulsion? In either case, they mattered more to him than he did to them. He learned that by surrounding yourself with those weaker than yourself, your ego is boosted by being seen as a hero, but when the chips are really down, there is no one there to be your hero. Strength isn't just a physical attribute. Courage is a form of strength too. The courage to speak up, the courage to look at horrific things without turning away, the courage to accept a person or situation that may initially seem repulsive. His "friends" lacked even the courage to stand by him and remain by his side after all the horrors he'd faced. They wanted to be saved, but couldn't stomach what he had to do to save them. Nor could they stomach what they would have to do to save him. What the megane guy did was vile, truly, but what the victim's "friends" did was equally so. A true friend would have tried to fight even if it meant a beating or, if that was impossible, at the very least stick around and make sure the victim knew you appreciated all they had sacrificed for your sake. That, even this, would not change your opinion of them... They were still your hero. That isn't something you can do the day after you witness something like this. You have to see them through it, right to the very end. Did the kid who got a blowjob say, "Thanks for saving my sister."? Nope. Even the girl, who knew the guy who was called would be outnumbered, still only cared about her own safety. Crying, "Help me. Save me." Rather than saying, "Don't come, there are too many of them." They weren't friends, they were hangers on looking for protection.Their friendship only extended as far as what he could do for them. What they could do for him never entered into the equation. That's a valuable lesson.
Yes, it's rape and gang rape at that - a vile act in real life, no doubt - but the victim is taught a valuable lesson about the people he keeps around him and about himself, as well. His "friends" left him there. He was willing to submit to such unspeakable acts to protect them. Yet, they lacked the courage to step in to protect him or even drag him away when everything was over. Was it guilt that drove them away or was it revulsion? In either case, they mattered more to him than he did to them. He learned that by surrounding yourself with those weaker than yourself, your ego is boosted by being seen as a hero, but when the chips are really down, there is no one there to be your hero. Strength isn't just a physical attribute. Courage is a form of strength too. The courage to speak up, the courage to look at horrific things without turning away, the courage to accept a person or situation that may initially seem repulsive. His "friends" lacked even the courage to stand by him and remain by his side after all the horrors he'd faced. They wanted to be saved, but couldn't stomach what he had to do to save them. Nor could they stomach what they would have to do to save him. What the megane guy did was vile, truly, but what the victim's "friends" did was equally so. A true friend would have tried to fight even if it meant a beating or, if that was impossible, at the very least stick around and make sure the victim knew you appreciated all they had sacrificed for your sake. That, even this, would not change your opinion of them... They were still your hero. That isn't something you can do the day after you witness something like this. You have to see them through it, right to the very end. Did the kid who got a blowjob say, "Thanks for saving my sister."? Nope. Even the girl, who knew the guy who was called would be outnumbered, still only cared about her own safety. Crying, "Help me. Save me." Rather than saying, "Don't come, there are too many of them." They weren't friends, they were hangers on looking for protection.Their friendship only extended as far as what he could do for them. What they could do for him never entered into the equation. That's a valuable lesson.