A.N. - Does it really matter what question was asked as long as you know it was offensive enough to break the bonds between the two?

Touché

I'd do it, because you're my friend.

But only if you'd stop there,
and I know you wouldn't.

Power corrupts, and abuses come easy
after the first is out of the way.
I don't wish to be a doorway to anything but your happiness.

So I have to refuse you
and your kind offer with illicit implications.
I do not wish to be used like that,
Not even by those that I hold close.

You're the one I hold closest of all,
so hearing this from you shakes me a little,
that foundation we had,
the one I thought was strong,
now has stress fractures, and they're spreading.

It is because I hold you in so high a regard
that I may just pretend this never happened at all -
that our friendship was not just a means to an end –
that you mean it when you say apologetic words –
but my lingering doubts are not so easily sated.

So I ask you what you asked of me,
and the look I get is scandalized.
It's good to see I can still affect you.
I'm beginning to see why you liked this.

Turnabout is fair play, and all that crap,
but I still don't like sinking to your level
just to prove my point.

Your eyes soften, but only for an instant.
We will never be the same again.

I did it, because you were my friend.