You're right, the hatred she had was justified. [He had heard the stories, seen her scars as well as watched the hunts once they began, when people decided that they shouldn't be a secret and opened the door to accusations, people disappearing and witnessing firsthand exactly how a man was detained over a simple act of kindness. Relishing that anger and sense of disgust was easy, so easy and he sometimes longed to just give in to its false promise of fulfillment.

But then he would always remember the frightened look of a loved one's face.] That's what makes us the villains when we choose that and act on it, Mithos. We justify their hate. Do you think I don't wish it all just stopped already, that we're just left alone?

[He doesn't realize that he's shaking, not when his teeth begin to grind together as he fights for composure, to cling to it desperately because if he lets go, he's lost. The chance to help someone who understood would slip away, and he knows Frey is standing there fully Human and ignorant of what he really is, but he can't stop for him no matter how much it scared him. Even if he did, it would mark him a hypocrite for what he says next, his voice almost heavy with the emotion wanting to overtake him. Understand, please understand. If not for his own sake, then for that girl who somehow refused to back down as she offered an understanding smile.]

What has being alone ever done for us? All it has done is make it that much easier to believe that there isn't anywhere safe or someone who will ever hold their hand out because we never took the chance to look for it. But you know that's not true, don't you?

[Because once, and even now, Mithos called another person who once believed the same his friend.]