Blackfeather Woods The thorns

"Hm," he mumbled contemplatively, though there wasn't a whole lot of contemplation going on in Ramsay's head. Monsters lived in the dark; that was a thing all children learned, one way or another. He assumed he was the monster in the dark and had since the first negative reaction to his appearance, but Ramsay didn't understand the cleverness in Rouge's words. She was right. A monster in plain sight was much more frightening than one that hid in shadows, but he didn't get it.

"The dark is where monsters are," he childishly insisted, with his youthful ignorance laid bare.