They spit in his face, then wonder why he is so angry. Over and over and over. The worst part is: they don't even know they're doing it. Everything they say is just so condescending. "It's okay, just try harder." and "You'll get it next time." It haunts his dreams and bases his nightmares. Just STOP. He wants to get away. Away from the shallow people surrounding his life. How hard is it to just be normal. To be nice. Instead everyone is closing in on him like he's some wounded animal. But not anymore. No, he would take their crap. All they want to do is to get to him. He wouldn't let them. They can spit on his shoes, but he'll just bite right back. Aros, ironically named after the love god, would have nothing but hatred for anyone who disrespects him, and nothing but kindness for those who don't. They will stare and gawk and scorn, but Aros Nevarada? Well he would never again take anything from anyone. Let them goggle with their jaws open like the mouthbreathers they are, but he wouldn't care.