“Why are you telling me this?” “Because I want you to understand that I hate them just as much as you do.” Eidhin speaks quietly as he looks at me, daring me to protest. I don’t. “I want you to know that you are my friend. That you have my full trust.” “Of course,” I say carefully. “And you have mine.” “No, I don’t.” Eidhin is reproving. Not angry, not hurt. Just knowing. “But that is alright.”
