Grand ---> Contemplate
You sit in your tent, alone as you generally are. In one hand you hold a palmhusk that is awkwardly small for your very large hand. In the other you hold a blunt roughly the size of a zucchini. You pull deeply from it as you scroll. You have been chastised by the only troll who has ever had the courage to do so... and live.
What is this little clown talking about? Why has equality become such a wide spread concept? As you scroll, you even see multiple incarnations of candy reds daring to follow and even 'like' your posts. There was a time when lowblood and mutant trolls would run from you. Now, they engage you with taunts and jabs. You don't understand this new way of things....
You are confused. Much like you were confused by the gentleness with which that little clown touched you. Was that the thing you heard of referred to as 'affection'? It wasn't like Her touch. It wasn't.... painful. It wasn't claws viciously tearing into your flesh. It wasn't a hand aggressively yanking your horns.. it wasn't sharp teeth biting into your ears. It was just... soft...
Give your head a shake, as though you could shake the confusion away.
He says you need to be 'nice'. How do you be nice? This concept confuses you too. How can you ever find a place in this new world? How could you change who you have been for all these thousands of sweeps? Is it even possible?
Do you even want to change?