Everybody wants to be accepted. It doesn’t matter what race, color, or species you are. It’s just knowing that there will be people there to help you when you need help or to laugh with you when you are happy.
My “friend”, Balik, has not had a good life. I accept him for what he is and the things he’s done. However, I don’t want him to come along. He desperately needs to and doesn’t want to return back to the way things were. But he can’t come. I don’t want him to. I have my reasons.