I drive through some pretty rough neighborhoods in my commutes. I often am approached by vagrants, bums and hobos asking for my change. I always give. I always think that maybe there is a cosmic Justice, a balancing force of the galaxy that, if I ever had to ask for something, would give back to me.
I have a feeling that Skans is deeply terrified of ever being in a situation of need, and his revulsion toward the needy is a manifestation of fear