At first he only offered a small shrug, his shoulders lifting hesitantly before falling again. The child was uncertain he wanted to explain, if only because the next question would probably be even harder for him to answer. “Just... Just people who don’t like me.” Pulling the hat from under his feet, he let them hang off the edge of the bench and moved carefully. He was just starting to edge off of it.

There was, however, a fault in this logic. Children (‘real’ children) were never left to their own devices in his world, they were always chased on sight regardless of who they were. Still, he felt like the mask helped some, almost like their reactions were somehow less unpleasant if they didn’t know it was him.

Mono wasn’t even sure what it was about him that made the people in his world react as they did.