ByHadar Badt, writer at

No! Frank! How could you leave us? After everything we've been through together? Haven't we proven our loyalty to you? We were there from the get-go, remember? From the very first scene:

Nighttime. A car is abruptly braking. Silence. A heart-breaking sob follows. You open the door to see what has just happened and step outside, and into our lives. You walk toward the sobs and find an injured dog. You kneel next to it, caressing the miserable creature and say:

There are two kinds of pain. The sort of pain that makes you strong and the useless pain, the sort of pain that is only suffering. I have no patience for useless things.

You then start strangling the dog, an act which of course creeps us out and sends shivers down our spines. As if that isn't enough, before we even have the chance of recuperating, you further explain that:

moments like this require someone who will act, do the unpleasant thing, the necessary thing.

Appalling yet mysterious; deranged yet intriguing; conniving yet charming; ruthless yet endearing. The more we've gotten to know you, the more we wanted to learn about you. Three seasons later and we still can't have enough of you. If it hadn't been for you, Frank Underwood – Francis – an aspiring, power-hungry democratic congressman and the majority whip for the Unites States House of Representatives, president Garret Walker would have never been elected. And how did he repay you? Did he appoint you Secretary of State as promised? No, he didn't. Pfft! And to think we didn't quite understand the severity of his betrayal. We were practically strangers back then. How could we have known just how far you were willing to go, all so you could get your revenge? Of course that all changed the day you opened the door for us and let us in your home. There we saw you, the real you, and your significant other, your partner in crime – Claire - the only other person in the world who could truly equal to you.

It wasn't long before we were hooked. If you had only known how much we've waited for those short moments, in which you addressed us, yes us, looking directly into our eyes and throwing us a bone every now and again. Those brief, seemingly insignificant moments, which for us were anything but insignificant. And it was you we've voted for all along, don't you know that by now? You confided in us, sharing your brilliant schemes; your impeccable capabilities to manipulate others. But do you want to know what really tipped the scales for us and convinced us that you are the man of the hour? Do you? It was your inability to acknowledge your weakness; your imperfections. And let us not forget your fondness for video games. Now that's something else.

Some of us were quite naive before you came into our lives, but we have you to thank for teaching us a valuable lesson -

The road to power is paved with hypocrisy and casualties.

Thanks for scarring us forever. And on that note, we urge you to come back for season four, because, truth be told, we've just gotten used to having you around and we're simply not ready to let you go.


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