Even your enemies are human.

Convert them.

You can do it, believe me," and I went with dread in my heart, and pity and indignation.
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season: Let us endure an hour and see injustice done.
The Governor met me almost at the door.
"It is terrible," I exclaimed.
"This is no place for him," he answered.

He has nothing to do with us here.

Everyone likes him and pities him: the warders, everyone.
Anything I can do to make his stay tolerable shall be done." We shook hands.