...I think I sympathize with that. [He walked with her, speaking s bit hesitantly.]

I had a good friend once--more like family, actually. We drifted apart due to something of a misunderstanding, and he ended up hating me. But he only hated me because his sense of right and wrong clashed with my own.

He didn't change, and even if he despised me I admired him for holding to his ideals of justice and honor.