[ A narrowing of his eyes at the term 'fear'. ] Not fear. Resent.

And to answer - it is you. Mankind. In my world, you've come to spread across the globe like a plague, driving all others to near extinction. [ He crouches on the branch, arms resting on bent knees as his tone bitters. ] In my world, a man's courteous greeting to an elf- [ the term spat out ] -is a noose.