"People fear what they don't understand and give that fear long enough to fester it turns into hate," Ethan offered with a lift of his shoulders. "It's just the way it is."
He rubbed at the side of his neck, fingers scratching over his tanned skin. "But not like any of us can do anything about it so it is what it is." Ethan glanced at the others in the leisure room and watched as one guy did a winning dance at the air hockey table before his attention returned to Vasily.
"Pretty sure there's plenty of people for and against it."