The Crooked Ears of the Mobs

Ahhh... still there?

Look at yourself. Your bear ears are crooked. How tragic.

You came here thinking you were the protagonist of your own little story, didn't you? But look at the state of you.
You can’t even put on a costume without failing.

The streets are crawling with "Paddingtons" just like you—shabby, desperate, and utterly replaceable. You aren't even worth a punchline. You are just a smudge on the background of my world.

If you want to know how truly useless you are, stay.

But remember, in this sanctuary, I don't see individuals. I only see shadows.