Manners of the Outside World

Someone from the outside world spoke to me as if I was somehow inferior to them. I was shocked to be looked down on by someone I had no relationship with. An interaction with another stranger felt quite the opposite. Their behavior toward me was friendlier and more attentive than Master. It was puzzling. I warranted neither their condescension, nor their admiration. In Atoraxxion, I was treated with more... indifference. I had come to accept that my presence was never truly sought after, but I would never be truly abandoned. - Syca