blooming-banana:“Why do they all hate me?”The priest spread his hands uncomfortably. “Me
blooming-banana:“Why do they all hate me?”The priest spread his hands uncomfortably. “Men hate the things they fear … and they fear those things which they do not understand.”Erik touched the mask hesitantly. “My face” -he faltered- “they hate me because of my face?”~Phantom, by Susan KaydeviantART -- source link