"I heard you were close friends with Leesu. That you came over to our house once. How could you still treat him like that? After everything he did to you.”
“Because Gon is a good kid.”
“You think so?”
Yes. I know. That Gon is a good kid. But if someone asked me to talk about him in more detail, I’d only be able to say that he beat me and hurt me, he ripped apart a butterfly, he set his face against the teachers, and threw things at my classmates. That’s how language is. It is as hard as proving that Leesu and Gon are the same person. So, I simply said, “I just know he is.”