He’s a weirdo, or so they say. He knows himself enough to believe them.
Did he hate them? Of course not! They know better than he does after all.
They think of him in contempt, but he in his inherent humility always tries to understand where they’re coming from. Even if he doesn’t, he convinces himself he does.
And when they come running down the school corridor, with a hand to their face, blood spurting from their cut tongues, he genuinely feels sorry for them, too.
He may be the forgiving sort.
But the old crone he calls grandmother isn’t.
Superstition: If a person bites her tongue, it means somebody is thinking of or talking about her.