Just as a point of reference, this takes place late in the game, but before they find out about Adachi. Yu Narukami thinks about all the people he's met since coming to Inaba (first person POV).

Inside His Mind

I hate them. All of them.

If only I didn't need them. If my power could build based on my own merits. They use me to solve their own problems, then throw me away like trash. Say we're such great friends, but never spend time with me again. It gets old. I don't even see them as people anymore. Just a means to an end.

Even rescuing them was annoying. So I made it a game. Taking longer each time, even though I was more than capable of completing their dungeons in a matter of days. Purposely taking mismatched parties to see if they would fall, if they would stay down this time. But someone would always have a damn item to revive them. Funny, they never seem to have those when I fall. I always have to rely on those moon tsukubame Igor gave me. You'd think that my "teammates" would feel bad about that. But no.

We would win, in the end, and all that was left for me was to wait for the next kidnapping. For the next game to begin.

My classmates were just as bad. Everyone brought their problems to me. Everyone. Do I look like some kind of guidance counselor, some kind of therapist? Why do they feel the need to approach me? Why should their problems become mine? I shouldn't have to deal with this, I really don't care about what happens with them.

I wanted to tell them to just piss off. That I didn't care about their problems. Their minor, simple problems; but to hear them talk, you'd think the entire world was about to end. But I needed their power, their arcana. So I dealt with it. I hid what I thought behind my mask. The mask that no one could see through. The blank expression that I had mastered so many years ago. And all the while, my hatred grew.

The adults were as pathetic as the kids. Maybe even more so, since they were the ones supposedly "setting an example" for us. Yet they still come to me with their problems. Their pathetic problems just served to highlight how worthless they were, how worthless their very lives were.

And so I hated them.