When you are outmatched, outgunned - cunning is all you have.
In a system where the biggest con artists of all made the laws, cunning becomes a way to survive.
Any skill can be for good or bad, for defence or attack, to bring war or peace - cunning is the same. There are times for walking out into the field and declaring one's full intentions, and there are times when silver-tongued devils would take those fine words and twist them into vileness. And so I take what I can do, this gift to deceive, and I use it for love, only love, to protect on holy knees.
Cunning is the tool of the marginalised, our way to make new escape tunnels, though in fairness it was weaponised by the psychopathic monied scum. It is an ability such as any other, good for survival, yet when one has comfort one has to realise that the time for honesty has come.