Ram felt silly. Which was saying something. After all, he was used to people looking at him strangely. Or… more accurately, he was used to people NOT looking at him strangely. People tended to look away from the homeless. They avoided eye contact. They only read their signs begging for basic human dignity with a side ways glance. And they refused to notice how they dressed and what they did (because of how they were dressed).

Granted, most didn’t hold up a stick and attempt to kill a tree with said stick. And granted, most people still managed to do all the above (look away, avoid eye contact, not read into things). Yet there were always those that rose above the rest. The ones that noticed the madness of practicing attacking tree and decided it was there duty to report such activity.

Ram could feel them. Their indignation. Their righteousness. He grinned as he struck the tree a devastating blow. He could feel their anger. Against the poor. The disenfranchised. The Other. the Insane. The Lost.

With a final flourish he brought up his second weapon to witness the worst this person had to offer. Not to strike them down. As much as he might sometimes wish to do so.

No, this time he brought out a phone. On record. In the hopes that seeing themselves might show how misdirected the anger was.

"Smile."

As he felt their anger swell, somehow Ram doubted they realized just how misdirected they were.