[Huh. Well, he supposes he won't go into all the details here, then. No reason to admit he's part of the reason why the Grandmaster died, after all.]
I see. I hadn't realized. Though I suppose that's not terribly surprising.
[He pauses, revising his story in his head quickly before he starts again.]
He's also part of the reason I lived as long as I did, though not out of any sort of benevolence. He and his children retrieved me when I had fully intended to die. He gave me power and a purpose. He offered me everything I wanted. Or thought I did, anyway. He also gave me no real choice. His children tortured me. Manipulated me when they could and used mind control when they couldn't.
In the short time I was on Sakaar, I saw you kill people for far less than telling you "no" in such a...delicate situation. Even if I enjoyed myself, it didn't exactly feel like a choice so much as a strategy. Even if that is no longer an issue here, it is how it started. And I just need to...think about that.
Don't really do that with people if they don't want to. The game's the game on Sakkar and everyone plays their part but that part's not an order, not for me. It's not really any good with people that don't want to, you know.
...you haven't just been doing all this, since you got here, because you think you have to, right?
You really don't get how any of this works, do you? You leave, you're out. That's it. Planet goes on planet-ing and I can't exactly stop it all to go chasing after one guy, or four, or fifty. Or my favorite party ship. Or a freighter. One game ends, you begin another.
You created a planet. How am I supposed to know you aren't capable of pulling me apart molecule by molecule? And even if you're not, you'd hardly have trouble finding someone perfectly eager to take a stab at it themselves. That was always in the back of my mind. I was just fool enough to think I could get the better of you anyway.
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I see. I hadn't realized. Though I suppose that's not terribly surprising.
[He pauses, revising his story in his head quickly before he starts again.]
He's also part of the reason I lived as long as I did, though not out of any sort of benevolence. He and his children retrieved me when I had fully intended to die. He gave me power and a purpose. He offered me everything I wanted. Or thought I did, anyway. He also gave me no real choice. His children tortured me. Manipulated me when they could and used mind control when they couldn't.
In the short time I was on Sakaar, I saw you kill people for far less than telling you "no" in such a...delicate situation. Even if I enjoyed myself, it didn't exactly feel like a choice so much as a strategy. Even if that is no longer an issue here, it is how it started. And I just need to...think about that.
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...you haven't just been doing all this, since you got here, because you think you have to, right?
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