Don't expect me to get along with everybody.

[ The mere idea makes him sick to his stomach. The idea of trying to pretend, and smile at people he thought nothing of was one of the worst things he could imagine. He was terrible at it, too, his venom seeping through his words whenever he tried.

There was a time when he wasn't that angry. ]

But you know, you enjoy it. Are you one of these people that see the good in everybody?