Horizon Ridge Where the sun don't ever shine

Why did everybody insist on reasoning with him? Did they not understand that he just wanted to be a bitter old grump? Why would they not leave him alone? Still, he knew that by remaining silent, nothing good would come of it. He would only be bombarded by more questions and demands. “I have my reasons,” Kennedy replied, not wishing to elaborate further.

Being unpopular and disliked had become some kind of twisted goal for the green-eyed wraith. If he could get the others to dislike him enough, perhaps they would put him out of his (and their) misery. It would be so much easier that way. They would be rid of him, and he would not have to listen to their drivel any longer.