[The reply is so succinct, so honestly curious that it catches him completely off-guard. Wade stares for a long second, his mouth working; nothing coming out but inarticulate noises.]

I... because you hate them. Because the very sight of them makes you angry. Maybe even makes you sick. Because you can't help but be reminded of what it is about them that made you hate them, every time you look at them.

I mean, why would you torture yourself like that? Why would you willingly set yourself up for that kind of pain? I... I just don't understand it.