"Do you know what I am feeling?"
Before Li Mao could speak, Sun Shisan continued, "It's anger, it's a forgotten anger."
"Brother Li, you've been here for too short a time. Your soul still lingers within the city. Spend a bit more time here, perhaps less than a year, and that anger will cling to you."
"Why must we live in a dump where we can't even see the sunlight? Why must we painstakingly and even risk our lives for things that ultimately exchange for scraps worth only a fraction of those items? Why are we not allowed even to worship our ancestors? Why must we watch those outsiders trample on our civilization?"
By the end, Sun Shisan's voice was almost a beastly roar, causing Li Mao to involuntarily step back, fear evident in his eyes.
Sun Shisan exhaled deeply, his expression returning to calm, "What I mean is, whatever that blue creature is, he might be the only good thing I can do for my tribe in this insignificant life of mine."
