When he saw the eye's action, he thought with immense resentment, 'I hate this. I hate it so much I want to scream at someone.'
'I hate being shackled by the Gemini race and being restricted by this eye or whoever it belongs to. I hate being anyone's breeding stock and their slave for producing a prototype, whatever it actually is.'
'They didn't even tell me what they will do with my Supreme Metac after taking it from me. Clearly, as a slave, I don't have to know what they intend to do with the fruit of my hard work.'
'I hate this. I hate it so much I want to destroy everything and everyone,' he thought, grinding his mental teeth in anger.
Unfortunately, he couldn't fly. If he could fly, he would consider doing so to escape.
Of course, he doubted it would work because the guardian would surely stop him. Even if the guardian didn't stop him, the barrier around the Sea of Worlds would still stop him.
