[it definitely dawns on him, even though his own thoughts are a hardly-organized buzzing mess.
like the other monsters — to get rid of them... a sharp and vehement anger momentarily overwhelms his anxious paranoia. it isn't for himself, though; no, in spite of the rising suspicion against others of his own "kind", his thoughts still turn to Oz first. these people would label him a monster (something that hits particularly close to home) and hunt him down. these people were trying to kill him.]
What do you think you're doing?! [in the same breath, he's raised his revolver again.] Leaving everyone helpless and starved and killing off the rest— Has that been your plan? Is that why you've all been spending these past few days gloating instead of trying to help?!
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like the other monsters — to get rid of them... a sharp and vehement anger momentarily overwhelms his anxious paranoia. it isn't for himself, though; no, in spite of the rising suspicion against others of his own "kind", his thoughts still turn to Oz first. these people would label him a monster (something that hits particularly close to home) and hunt him down. these people were trying to kill him.]
What do you think you're doing?! [in the same breath, he's raised his revolver again.] Leaving everyone helpless and starved and killing off the rest— Has that been your plan? Is that why you've all been spending these past few days gloating instead of trying to help?!