"You are assuming that because I use you that we are 'friends' that because I speak with you I like you. You are filth to me, do you understand? Even the humans who laid down their lives for me meant nothing to me. Even the humans that I raised were garbage." He took a deep breath, focusing on the pain and calming himself.

"I did not honestly think that opening my neck would kill me," he changed the subject back to his supposed 'suicide' attempt. "I've survived much worse. I was more afraid that somehow this place had turned me into one of you."