;398; What for? Are you trying to soften me up, make me have friends? Well, Rushie, it's not going to work. *A gust of wind goes by, revealing a scar on Caleb's eye.* This is what happens when I try to make friends. I get punished. The mafia I was in, they did this to a third grader, and they were going easy. Now that I'm in Year 10, what would they do to me? Cut me open and leave me to be eaten by the Vullaby's on the side of the road? Because that's what they'll do, and that's why, if you want to be my "friend", you're going to take your nosy little self out of the idea that we can be friends, and just be acquaintances, because that's all you can do other than keep your mouth zipped, or else I'll be dead.