Haunted Wood and the rest be sent to hell

Clarence shook his head vehemently, squeezing his eyes shut. "Nope! Not everybody. Not me, or Santiago," he announced, then smiled. "And not you either. You helped me out of the snow, so you're a nice person." And in Clarence's mind, that was really all it took. 

"Well, I'll be your friend even if you don't really wanna be mine. And maybe you can teach me fighting and stuff," he offered, as if that was a fair trade, tipping his head to the side with a warm smile. As far as Clarence was concerned, he already had made a new friend.