He is 26 years old. He feels like a stranger to humanity and finds other people generally dangerous. Either they are unpleasant, or dangerous, or lying. At his best, he is a loner who wants to be away from society whenever possible, but he is also right not to snap or lash out at any person who interacts with him. A small part of him, too, feels genuinely lonely about all of this. Poppies are his favorite flowers.