Lynch was speaking passionately among the crowd. Not far away, several young people with a completely different demeanor from others were observing Lynch.
If one must define their difference... perhaps others were like a lump of shit, while they were a piece of stone.
Character is indeed a difficult thing to describe; many people don't even believe in its existence, yet it is a real presence.
Two brothers who look nearly alike, one wealthy, one poor, stand before you simultaneously. Even without them saying a word, you have a good chance of guessing who is the wealthy one.
A person's character is a comprehensive display from the inside out, these young men exude a certain firmness, a certain hardness, their gaze isn't lost like others amidst a dim life without direction.
"What do you all think?" a young man with some status in the group suddenly asked, as the others clustered around him, indicating his special status, "of this foreigner."
