People like to invent monsters and monstrosities. Then they seem less monstrous themselves. When they get blind-drunk, cheat, steal, beat their wives, starve an old woman, when they a trapped fox with an axe or riddle the last existing unicorn with arrows, they like to think that the Bane entering cottages at daybreak is more monstrous than they are. They feel better. They find it easier to live.
— Geralt of Rivia, The Last Wish (via chaoswitchquelaag)
I have a massive fear that no one actually likes me, rather everyone is just politely tolerating me hoping I leave them alone