Truth is relative.
For example, if one person says they're sorry, but they're really not, are they lying? No. Because the person who hears it, hears it as the truth, and then eventually, it becomes the truth. Lies will always become the truth.
"I didn't do it."
If the lie is accepted by the other person, then it becomes the truth. So long as the person lying is not found out, then it is accepted as truth and therefore will never change.
The only person who truly knows without a doubt what is said is a lie is the liar themselves.
The carefully carved words, dripping out of the mouths of liars, unbeknownst to anyone but themselves that they aren't the truth.
"It was practically your dying wish. Of course I didn't go through with it."
Eyes devoid of the emotion needed to say those words. Movements stiff, practiced.
"Don't you trust me?"
Manipulation. Lies. Deceit.
Your little brother would never lie to you. Not like this. That's your truth, so that's what you'll believe. Your truth is relative to you.
Mine however, is entirely different. I didn't listen.
But I'm saving people. You wouldn't understand. This is right. I'm stronger than you. I'm going to stop the end of the world, without your help. I can stop whenever I want to. I can go through with this.
And I wonder… are those truths? Or perhaps the liar doesn't always know if they're telling a lie.
But I wouldn't lie to myself, would I?