He thought about that some. He guessed people wanted to make friends with others. It had never much concerned him before.

"Madoka says I need to make friends... I'm not sure why." She always looked so sad and concerned when she thought about him on his own. But it didn't always bother him. Then again, when he thought about some of the people he had met so far, he had to admit it was nice to have people who seemed to like him for him... and weren't afraid of him.