In the end, that's all there is.

[He shrugs, face carefully blank.]

Don't worry about it. It was a long time ago. Difficult to feel sad for the death of someone who hated you.

[A lie. Very much a lie. But one that he's perfected for the most part.]

Most people expect you to trust them after an hour of knowing them. Guess that's what friendship is like in the world of normal people. Easily given, easily taken away.