[He makes a face that hovers somewhere between angry and confused.]
Though I have no idea why you would miss being one. It must suck being weak and unable to defend yourself. Like being a kid your whole life. [That sentence pretty much gives the priorities of being something like him, although it was unintentional.]
[Another longer hesitation. It's clear he's oscillating between reacting according to two, equally persuasive extremes.]
Look, I don't owe you an explanation for why I'm so fucking angry, but... a.) it's kind of in my DNA; I, uh, we, are psychopathically enraged, like, 70% of the time, and b.) your world was supposed to be our world. It was supposed to be a reward for all of the insanely hard shit we did, and the sacrifices we had to make while we were playing the game.
I mean, fuck, I still remember dying. So I'm still a little bitter about that shit, that even after all of that, nothing. Just fucking nothing.
And I have no idea why I just told you all of that, and now I feel totally fucking pathetic.