Haunted Wood and the rest be sent to hell

The boy's frame drooped a bit at the man's words, and he frowned. He didn't want to hurt anyone, ever, under any circumstances. Was that what they wanted him to do here? Because he didn't know if he'd be able to manage it. Clarence also did not want to lead, ever, hopefully. It seemed like a very unfun job. Maybe Santiago would do that better. 

"Maybe more of them want to be friends than ones that don't," he offered, childish optimism creeping into his voice. But still, he did listen to the man, red eyes intense as they settled on amber. "Maybe we could be friends?"