"If you even care, I want you to know that I refuse to be transferred for any reason."

Am I the one who's talking? So it's my voice, huh? Eh, who cares. I'm at rock bottom already. There's nothing I have to lose. That itself makes me free.

With this thought in mind, I walk on, even though my M.I.N.D. is utterly empty. Someone, tell me what to do—I'll even take Kamui. In the midst of all the chaos, I hear myself speak in a voice that's clearly not mine...

"I hate waiting. I hate being on the receiving end. I hate being the one who always has to comply! What about your so-called sense of responsibility as a commandant? You brought me here... forced me to do all sorts of things like a clown... and then you're just leaving me? You're just handing me over to someone else? You're the one who gave me a gift I didn't want... the one who forced me to train with you... the one who acted like an idiot to defend me. You're the human who taught me that it's safe to feel "love". The human who extended your hand to me. You barged into my life without invitation... and decided to just abandon me without a care. You're worse than my mentor!"

Rage boiling into inarticulate abandon, Camu bursts out laughing instead. He crosses his arms around himself defensively. You can hear his heaving breaths and thumping heartbeat. To a Construct, these features simply "simulate biological reactions," but at this moment they feel like proof of his red-hot passion, proof that he's alive.

"Do I look like a monster, huh? I don't care how those people choose to deal with me. All I want to know is what I'm like in your eyes. When those guys from Babylonia asked if I wanted to stay with you, I said yes. Now, I want your answer."