It's easy to believe that you think so badly of us, sai, when I try to introduce myself and spend most of the time defending myself. I know you don't like me, but it isn't my place to make ya. Have you tried to talk to me? Have ya? Other than to tell me what you don't like of what I say?
I'm not a creative sort, I've not the tales nor the words that Cuthbert does, but I'd be glad to tell you much if you'd ask it, or if I thought you'd listen. But nay, my experience with ya's been nothing but you telling me what's wrong about my blood, my life, and my world. Doesn't make a man keen for more talking.
I've taken no action, sai. You've seen well to that.