“You were my friend,” I say in a small voice. “You were my friend when I needed one, when I had no one, and maybe if I were a better person—” “Stop saying you’re a bad person, Viola.” He sounds annoyed. “Well, obviously I’m—” “You’re not a bad person. You’re just a weirdly difficult one.”
The fact thathe's mad at her yet when vi looks down on herself he's still quick to tell her it's not true
