Otter Creek striking a pose, smiling in photos without any reason with people that ill never know

He's not oblivious to the hatred radiating from the golden boy, but he chooses to ignore it. There's a twisted sort of logic to this, a method to the madness that may never truly be revealed. After all, Zephyr rarely knows his own mind, and this case is no different. A defense mechanism, perhaps; how could he be blamed for such atrocious acts if he isn't truly aware of what he's doing? How could he be called pathetic when even he doesn't really know that somewhere deep down, he hopes that eventually the hatred will morph into something else, something closer to the look in Kratos's pale eyes when he looked at him?
Why are you so angry? He asks abruptly, forcing the question out to halt his racing thoughts. As long as they're talking, he doesn't have to think about why he's doing this. And as long as he can avoid that, he's safe.