After what felt like eons, you would think that maybe Gamma would’ve trusted your intuition after being good friends for so long. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem that he valued you enough as a friend to listen and consider your warning about his artificial best friend; METR0N0ME. You persisted and persevered, trying to get him to listen while Gamma could feel himself starting to grow more and more furious by the second. Despite everything you’ve went through for him, despite you having worked under him loyally, despite literally everything—he still seemed to choose his untrustworthy best friend over you. Eventually, you had managed to push him until the brink of madness—causing him to almost instinctively slam his hand right into his desk. On his face was a look of anger, directed at none other than you. Hell hath no fury like Gammatra when he was pestered,

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH. You have no idea what kind of person they are—NONE. You aren’t one to speak on my behalf about who to consider as a friend or foe. They have went through hell and back with me, and I won’t let you think for a second that you even see METR0N0ME for who they are.” He sits there for a moment, gripping the edge of his desk with such force that it almost made you fear that the metal desk would break.