The worst betrayal is the one that comes from inside. A woman whose lover has grown distant attempts the only rational response — anger, coldness, the dignity of withdrawal — and discovers that her own heart will not cooperate. It runs to him. It defends him. It rehearses his virtues when she wants to rehearse his crimes. Over ten kurals, Valluvar stages a civil war between a woman's will and her heart, and the heart wins every round. The chapter's genius is that it never resolves the conflict. She never stops arguing. She never stops losing. The final kural does not offer peace — it offers the bleakest possible truth: when your own heart has defected to the enemy, there is no one left on your side at all.