Quietly the ingenuous knave examines the group that has eschewed him. So strong in his chest to love them, equally met with hate.

Tears roll down his simple charater, and one might hear broken sobs if they only bothered listening.

But the ones he loved never bothered with such things, they left him alone; his thoughts turn awry.

With each laugh and every joyous moment they share, his hate grows. Sitting as the shadow of an unwanted memory--sharing the seat next to those who made themselves his enemy--the pain he endures grows. Cast aside--once again--and now experiences--once again--neglect.