Thread:YingHe/@comment-36159587-20190719051603/@comment-36159587-20190801024958

Galaxian was about to respond something about his concept of self defense and (instable) morals, which were pretty much "don't kill and don't harm unless deemed necessary; care about others more than yourself", et cetera. But, he was cut off.

His mood immediately came back at the mention of hugs. "My love and caring has gotten me where I am now," he muttered darkly. "Which is...precisely nowhere. I feel that--no, I am useless." That's a lot of mood for someone who's consecutively less than four and a half feet tall. Mood incarnate, supposedly. "That supposed love and caring," the loyalty god continued, "only comes back to hurt even more." He shut his eyes briefly to blink back the tears in his right eye. "Maybe that's how Xenon felt when Bixbite corrupted?"