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Misanthropy

Misanthropy: The hate or fear of all mankind. The words misandry and misanthropy tend to be exchanged due to the fact that mankind and man seem to be the same.

"If you take a dog in and feed it, it will remain loyal to you and never turn on you. This is the principle difference between a man and a dog." Mark Twain.

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"Damn it Jean! You have to love one of us more I don't think Andore like me much. I don't think he likes anyone. It seems like the only person he likes at all is Jean. What was that called again? Misandry? Misanthropy? Well he's got one of those. He seems to hate everything I say or do. Maybe I'm just a bad person. I can feel his yellow eyes boring into me as I hug Jean. Is he jealous? Is he angry? Does he just hate me? I can't stand this. Maybe if I tell him that I'm sorry he'll forgive me.

I wonder why he hates us all. I wonder if it's really just me. I wonder if I did something wrong. No, no I did not. There is something wrong with him and not me. I don't know how he can hate me so much. Maybe I ought to ask him up close.

I walk to his room. Jean is standing by the door.

"Do you like him more than me?" Andore asks.

"What do you mean?" Jean asks back.

"I mean you love me and you love him but who do you love more?"

"Neither of you. I love you both!"

"I know you like him better! Don't lie to me! Don't be a liar like everyone else!"

Well that's not good.

"I'm not. Andore I love you both equally."

"I can't stand this! Tell me the truth."

"This i-"

Before the sentence is finished a crack comes from inside the room. A sob comes forth and in fear I run in. Jean is rubbing the side of his face while lying on the floor and Andore is on his knees beside him sobbing.

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright." Jean says.

"Go away Breo!" Andore snaps.

"Don't be cruel." Jean pleads.

"You know he doesn't like me! He's trying to get rid of me!" Andore screams.

"Sometimes I don't get you, how can you be that cute guy that plays with stuffed ponies, the only sane one and this crazy all at once?" I ask him.

"You make me crazy!" Andore snarls. "After you made it apparent that you were falling in love with Jean I couldn't trust either of you anymore! I just don't want to be lonely!"

"You won't be alone with the two of us." I say.

"But what if you run off with Jean and leave me behind!" Andore asks.

"That won't happen." Jean says.

I hug the breaking down red head. He hugs me back and allows the tears to flow freely.

"I hate everyone!" He cries. "Everyone and everything! Why does it have to hurt so bad?"

"I know." I reassure him. "It's us against the world."

"No, no, you are getting it wrong it's us against our issues." Jean corrects us." The world has done nothing of note to harm us, it's this cruel to everyone and even crueler to those nicer than us. So how about rather than letting the world burn for doing nothing at all we burn for being flawed and improve?"

I nod and Andore stops crying.

"We can get better because we aren't alone." I say.

"We-we are a team aren't we?" Andore stumbles out.

"Yes we are." Jean smiles.

"And our bonds are bound by miso and philia aren't they?" Andore asks.

"Yes they are." Jean agrees.

"And you won't leave will you?"

"No we won't."

Andore starts crying again.

"I love you! I love both of you! It's hard to hate anyone when you are around! My sun!" He sobs, grabbing onto me tightly.

"Hate is so unreasonable. I don't want to anymore." Jean says.

"There's nothing to fear but fear itself." I state.

Jean holds Andore as well and then no one speaks and no one moves. The dark is nothing to be ashamed of. Even though we haven't fought anything evil or world-destroying like almost everyone else we know we have fought something truly frightening, our inner demons. Separate we can only analyze the issues and stand back with our heads hung and our hands down. Together we can vanquish anything, be brave, be heroes, if only for ourselves.

The morning comes in the form of sunlight streaming in slowly. Jean is already up.

"Last night was very heartwarming." He says offhandly.

"Yeah, sounds like the end to a sappy love story." I smile.

"Well it is." Says the awakened Andore. "I love both of you and we're saps so."

Laughing Jean grabs my phone.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Ssh, I'm on the phone." He replies.

The phone rings before it gets picked up.

"Yes, Amelia is it? I'm sorry I hit you, I have a touching thing." Jean apologizes/lies.

Andore just stares at him.

"THE WORLD IS ENDING!" He screams.

"There I did it. I feel good."

I blink.

"Well." I blank.

Blank? Is that even used correctly?

"Your turn Andore." Jean states.

"Hey what about Breo?" Andore pouts.

"He already moved in with us." Jean reminds him.

"I'm sorry I said all those things about you behind your back." Andore apologizes to me.

I smile.

"It's alright Andore, I'm sorry you felt that way." I say.

"Good now that that is sorted you need to cook breakfast." Jean says walking off.

Andore throws the frying pan at me.

Well that didn't go as I thought it would.