“Many things,” Eon said all too quickly. Though when he was pressed for it, he couldn’t think of anything specific. He took in a deep breath and leaned over his balcony. He would focus on one person as they walked through the courtyard, then find another as they walked out of view. 

    “I care far too deeply what other people think of me, and knowing that many hate me for things out of my control drives me insane. And I’ve made choices that are questionable-- but they don’t reflect me as a person. Someone I looked up hates me because of those choices. Actually, many do. Maybe I do.” Eon sighed and ran a hand through his silky silver hair. He stepped back into his study, taking a seat at his couch by the fire.