"…I sincerely hope you're not troubled by this, Sakaar," Robin said, exhaling softly as he addressed the demon general's comment about relocating their kind from the planet. "You've witnessed the situation firsthand…"
"Troubled? Not in the slightest," Sakaar replied, his voice as calm and unshakable as ever. "From the earliest days of my consciousness — from the moment my mind began to piece itself together — I've known something was fundamentally different, perhaps even wrong, about our race. The moment I learned that our strength increases only through the consumption of sentient, intelligent life, I realized: something about us is unnatural. And as the years passed, that suspicion hardened into certainty. We are the Red Plague. A living disease. A biological catastrophe. Enemies of life itself."
He paused for a brief moment, his words firm and clear.
