"I think you aren't even a man yet." Not much of an insult, given they were in the same year. "You don't only have hate in you, right? You can't. I've seen it." He leaned their foreheads together and reached inside his shirt, pulled out the pendant he was still wearing. "You made that. That's not hate. You are more than all that. Why else would I like you so much? See? If you say that I like good, you're saying you got good inside you."