When you are being tortured, those
period of niceness do not seem to be
fake, even if they are. I believe is the point that
@Aggie is attempting to make. Not only that, but there are so many degrees and levels.
Those who
tortured me, in the legal definition of the word,
did in fact intersperse their acts of torture with
being nice. Urging me to comply, wondering if perhaps they could catch more of my flies with honey. Because if I complied, I got rewarded, and I latched onto that.
When you are a child, or when you are broken down to the point where it's all a blur,
acts of kindness simply do not seem fake. They seem real. And honestly, I have some doubts that it
wasn't real, for me. I genuinely believe in those moments where they were being nice to me, it was because they were proud of me--proud of themselves for having
accomplished their goals. Proud of me for bending.
They were proud, they
needed what they wanted, and so they were kind.