He didn't have any pride to speak of. He was all prejudice, hating and resenting blindly, creating reasons when there really weren't any aside from the fact that they didn't like him, would never like him, and were therefore not worth liking at all.

But she was all pride, floating with nose in the air, looking at him out of the corner of her eye like he was an unpleasant stain on the carpet. She kept floating, untouchable, unreachable, and the only person he never hated.

Still, when she came on her knees years later, he couldn’t help but smile.