[He lets out a nervous breath of a laugh about the army, completely humorless.]
Nothing quite that intimidating on my part, and far from gentle. As much as their king wanted the Visorak armies to be omnipresent, they were never going to be, but... force is still force, for those that decide to demand its obedience. I didn't care about much else at the time, pained as it all was.
[...]
They were easy to dispose of. Even though they were far more sentient than any other beasts we'd come across, it wasn't as though I ever thought twice about their wellbeing. They weren't even machines.
For Matoran who are mechanical at creation, all that really sets us apart from the machines we help to build is the knowledge of what we are and the ability to think and decide for ourselves, as well as to change those thoughts as we please. We argue, we feel, we progress. We love.
Machines cannot. Wildlife cannot. They cannot do anything else but what they were built to do. Or, at least... it is what we tell ourselves, perhaps.
[If he thinks about it too long, it's going to really dig at him... but it's not like he can take anything back now.]
I have to wonder what even happened to Robotnik, especially considering how caught off guard Sonic and the others have been. They clearly believed it to still be the same one who they had been fighting this whole time... Makuta did something similar, slipping in to a role with absolutely no indication of the change until he had already dug his claws in tight to every facet of what he wanted.
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Nothing quite that intimidating on my part, and far from gentle. As much as their king wanted the Visorak armies to be omnipresent, they were never going to be, but... force is still force, for those that decide to demand its obedience. I didn't care about much else at the time, pained as it all was.
[...]
They were easy to dispose of. Even though they were far more sentient than any other beasts we'd come across, it wasn't as though I ever thought twice about their wellbeing. They weren't even machines.
For Matoran who are mechanical at creation, all that really sets us apart from the machines we help to build is the knowledge of what we are and the ability to think and decide for ourselves, as well as to change those thoughts as we please. We argue, we feel, we progress. We love.
Machines cannot. Wildlife cannot. They cannot do anything else but what they were built to do. Or, at least... it is what we tell ourselves, perhaps.
[If he thinks about it too long, it's going to really dig at him... but it's not like he can take anything back now.]
I have to wonder what even happened to Robotnik, especially considering how caught off guard Sonic and the others have been. They clearly believed it to still be the same one who they had been fighting this whole time... Makuta did something similar, slipping in to a role with absolutely no indication of the change until he had already dug his claws in tight to every facet of what he wanted.