"It's true, I don't like people, many of them disgust me," I admit with a grimace, thinking mostly about Miles' trash and many other delinquents... even me.
"Well, yes, there are bad and wicked people who are disgusting, but I know you don't judge everyone simply because of that," she looks at me this time and her eyes provoke that strange feeling in my stomach, "you just want to stay away to save yourself from suffering, and it's natural that you want to put on armor so you don't get hurt, but whatever you do it's irremediable to feel sadness, otherwise how else would we know what joy is?"
"Are you trying to justify my bad behavior, my mistreatment?," I raise an eyebrow, with a curious sense of contrariness. I want to understand her reasons, because the truth is that I don't see any ju
