So... people smash their heads in walls when frustrated? Okay. And he didn't feel like playing games with people? That's sad. "My...master?"

... the word brought a brief flash of memory, a green haired woman - but it brought a flash of pain with it. She shied away from the thought, "I don't know. Is a master like a friend?" How upset would she be if her friends rejected her...?

... "I'm not sure..." Emotions are hard, Ghirahim!