Very often, it seemed people had a tendency to take advantage of those who were nice. Because it wasn't enough to make people like you. Even if you didn't do something on purpose, like... for example, "steal" someone's crush - which obviously had little to do with the "stealer" - most would blame you. Clearly, you came in with such an intention, by being nice to everyone, you slut! - There were too many people to try to please, and even being very, very nice, one was always likely to get on the wrong side of someone, even (especially?) on an island as small as Frye's Island. - It was one of those Life Lessons one had to keep learning and re-learning over time.
Jacob continued to watch his daughter's face closely. He continued to frown as she spoke, feeling his heart sinking lower and lower with every word she said. "You haven't done anything wrong, Lex. I can promise you that." The man attempted a smile before continuing, "You are a rare person, kid - a person who is genuinely nice and sincere. I have a feeling that most suspect superficiality and feel they have a right to detest such artifice, although, in reality, it comes from them. As is obvious in someone like - what's her name? - Birdsong? Songbird?"