Not a single lie came to his lips, not on purpose. He was honest, trust worth, he only ever lied to himself.
Denial, really, that was he who is now Suffering. He lead himself to believe he was truly happy.
But he was happy, was he not? how could the look of Passion on his face not be true? Surrounded by Life and Peace... But, in fact, his life was ruled by Chaos, and his Passion was mere Deceit.
As Passion dissipated, uncovered by Truth, Deceit became Pain. Pain tortured him as he now became Suffering.
Inch by inch Pain cut into Suffering, overwhelming him at points, causing him to lash out in desperation... Suffering needed Passion, needed Peace, but both had left in the blink of an eye, and he was left alone in the cold.
Some argued that he did it to himself, but Suffering knew that was only half true... for he could not see past Deceit's lies, he knew only of the Chaos and not the Truth.