Gosh, I don't know! How is getting on the good side of the things here going to help us out, especially if humans start coming here from further points in the future. How's it going to help us to not be running around screaming about Mother and talking about every little drop of Her plans. I can't figure it out. Maybe you can tell me since I guess I just don't know shit. That's what you're implying, isn't it. You must think I'm stupid. You do, don't you.
[His hand is digging hard into some spot in his scalp, the pain only increasing, but he's grinning wildly. He knows what Cain's trying to do - appease - and stomps hard on it and runs wild, completely not giving a shit about the repercussions of this. He's in too much pain and too frustrated with Cain to care.]
Oh yes. Yes, terribly. I can't get any sleep because of you. You wouldn't know what it's like, being so much better than the rest of us cretins, right? You only said as much, didn't you. Thank you though, it's nice to know all the mopping up after you I had to do is appreciated. I work for days and this is the thanks I get. Ohh you really put me in my place, didn't you. You're a great final product, aren't you. You're wonderful. You're swell. That's why everybody loves you so much.