The puss that ooozes out of the monsters was built up to become the standard that other monsters hold, valueing all things good by being harsh to those they call friends, constant critizism and the judgemental eye cast towards those deemed below them, they always have to have those to cast aside, to take the oxygen out of, to turn to ash.

To paint a pretty colour of that blue on the wall.

That is the monsters I share a species with, that I share a mind with, and what makes me any better?