There is pardon for the murderer, but not for the traitor.
He Himself said: Better that such a man had never been born.

Others dare to atone for their sins in caves of the desert, dare to expiate their crimes with their blood--but I am cast out of all Love and all expiation for ever and ever." Such were the endless laments of Judas.
He wandered to and fro behind walls and among bushes; he hid himself in caves all the day long.

Then suddenly it flashed on him: "It is unjust.

I believed in Him.

I believed in Him so implicitly.