It's sad because this started with petty "Ew, X" remarks.
No, Skip. It started a great amount of time ago. When the dewdrops were still fresh upon the crisp silver grasses, and the gentle gusts of air glided through the meadows. Before the dense populace formed, before drama held much more power than merely inane arguments settled with a deathmatch. No, this emulates from a wound much deeper; One that may never be fully healed - the pain may end, yet the scar shall always remain.
Nothing a bandage can't fix, though, yes? C: