When he had first come here, he would have agreed with Wrath entirely. People only liked each other because they were useful to each other and that feelings was fleeting and superficial at best. But there were several little spanners that had been thrown into his thinking since he had arrived here; and one of them was Wrath himself.

"Then why did you like me? When we first met you decided to help me, and then follow me even when I ignored you. You kept doing that." He hadn't been a good 'team member' or useful or anything like that. He had just been nearby and, for whatever reason, had caught Wrath's eye.

"I don't...like you, because of those things. I like you because you were good to me. And you didn't like it when Henry hit me." This was hard to explain, as Walter was getting used to actively having people to care about. He held his hands together a little nervously. He'd never had to put into words his feelings before. Was he being creepy?